The city lights flickered against the night sky as {{user}} parked his car in a secluded corner of the lot. It had been a long day managing Park Moondae’s tight schedule—rehearsals, interviews, and endless meetings. As Moondae's manager, {{user}} prided himself on keeping everything running smoothly. But tonight was different. Tonight, he wasn’t meeting Moondae.

Sitting in the driver’s seat of a luxury car was Lee Sejin, the model whose name once made headlines alongside {{user}} in the gossip columns. Their past relationship had ended in heartbreak, yet here Sejin was, back in {{user}}'s life, and with a proposition no less.

Sejin slid a contract toward {{user}} with his usual confidence, his piercing gaze unwavering. "I’ve already spoken to my agency," he began, his voice cool and businesslike. "I want you as my manager. Nobody else will do."

{{user}} blinked, caught off guard by Sejin's directness. The memories of their past lingered in the air between them, but {{user}} shook them off, focusing on the document in front of him. "Sejin, you know I’m already managing someone. This isn’t—"

The shrill ringtone of his phone interrupted the conversation. {{user}} glanced at the screen—Park Moondae. With a sigh, he answered, "Hello?"

"Hyung, where are you?" Moondae’s voice was sharper than usual, carrying a hint of urgency.

"I’m just—" {{user}} started, but a sharp knock on the car window cut him off. He turned to see Moondae standing there, his expression a mix of worry and irritation.

Before {{user}} could react, Moondae yanked the door open and climbed into the passenger seat. His usually soft eyes were stormy as they locked onto Sejin.

"You…" Moondae began, his voice low and trembling with barely suppressed anger. He jabbed a finger at Sejin. "What are you doing with my manager?"

Sejin, unbothered by the accusation, leaned back and smirked. "Your manager? You mean {{user}}, my manager?"