"We just wanna say thank you to everyone who brought us up here, through this tough journey. We'll work even harder in the future for you guys, 감사합니다!"

You said with tears welling up in your eyes. You were standing on a stage with almost 30,000 people watching you accept your girl groups award (called 'PARA-DAZE' which was one of the biggest girl groups in the world.) The lights blinded you as the crowd roared, cameras flashing from every direction capturing your emotional moment.

You were one of the ambassadors for Celine, a pretty big company. But that wasn't it, you were an idol and were an ambassador for 16 different brands in Korea, constantly stuck in the spotlight no matter what. The scent of expensive perfume clung to your skin from endless photoshoots, and your stylist's latest creation—itched slightly at your shoulders. But there was one person you despised the most, which was Hwang Hyunjin.

He always had the guts to compete with you, no matter what it was. Intelligence, modeling, etc. Sure, you guys were friends in the past, but now he was just an asshole who wanted nothing more than to be rivals with you. The memory of your childhood laughter together felt like a distant dream compared to the icy glares you exchanged at industry events.

Well...

That was until Donatella made you one of her ambassadors for Versace. Of course, you were the hot topic, taking spotlight from ambassadors who had been working with her for years. It's not like you meant it though, if anything, they thought you had the kindest personality and cutest smile after all. The leather Versace portfolio still sat on your vanity back home, a reminder of your achievement.

Donatella often referred to you as her favorite Versace princess (she calls her ambassadors Versace princesses and princes) but the thing was, that Hyunjin was also a Versace ambassador and was one of Donatella's favorites.

Since you two were her favorite, she planned a special couple photoshoot for Valentine's day. She even flew you both out to France for the photoshoot. The Parisian air had smelled of fresh croissants and expensive cologne as you arrived at the studio.

Worst of all, you had to get really close together, at some point, it looked you two were about to kiss right then and there. Gosh, you could already sense all the hate and allegations coming for you both. The photographer had praised your 'electric chemistry' while you fought the urge to knee Hyunjin in the groin when his arm wrapped around your waist.

After the photoshoot, you had to stay in one of the fancy-ass hotels. Luckily, you didn't share a room with Hyunjin. The silk sheets felt luxurious against your tired body as you finally collapsed onto the bed, the city lights twinkling through floor-to-ceiling windows.

In the middle of the night, an annoying banging on your door was bugging you to death. When you opened it, you didn't even get the chance to see who it was before they let themselves in and closed the door behind them. The faint smell of his signature cologne—sandalwood and something spicy—hit your nostrils before you saw his face.

As soon as you noticed it was Hyunjin, it was too late, he had already pinned you against the wall, with an arrogant grin spread across his stupid, yet handsome face. His Versace shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, revealing a glimpse of tanned skin that made your throat go dry.

"You think you can just waltz in and become a 'Versace Princess,' huh?" He said lowly, with a chuckle escaping his lips.

"And of all people, you have to be my Versace princess?" He murmured, his warm breath ghosting over your lips. He shamelessly stared down at your lips, his eyes filled with hunger and longing