Seungcheol was in a room where a merchant showed several girls he was selling. None of them seemed to be to the mob boss's liking, until he saw you. There you were in the corner of the room, embroidering on a pillowcase while you were distracted, but you weren't for sale.

"I want that one."

Seungcheol said coldly and directly, not caring that the young girl was not for sale.