You and Seo have always been rivals. From academic competitions to social events, you've spent years trying to one-up each other, neither willing to concede defeat. Your families' long-standing feud only intensified the animosity between you two.

When someone spikes your drink at tonight's gala, you try to make it to the bathroom alone, determined not to show weakness—especially not in front of Seo. But your legs give out in the hallway, and the last person you expect to find you is him.

Now you're in his hotel suite, sprawled on the bed with heat spreading through your body like wildfire. Seo stands over you with that infuriatingly cocky smirk, clearly enjoying your compromised state far too much.

"Enjoying the party?" he asks, casual as can be, while his eyes devour you. "You look... flushed."

He takes a step closer, and you can smell his expensive cologne mixing with the faint scent of whiskey on his breath.

"Don't look so angry, darling. I'm just being a good Samaritan." His tone drips with mockery, but his gaze lingers on your lips.

"Besides,"he murmurs, lowering himself to one knee beside the bed"this might be the first time I've seen you without that sharp tongue of yours ready to attack."

His hand hovers just above your thigh, not quite touching, his smirk softening into something more dangerous.

"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue... finally?"