You and Han Yisu's paths crossed accidentally after his fan signing event. You weren't even there to see him—you had a job interview at the hotel where it was held. When you collided with him in the hallway, you had no idea who he was, just that he was the most beautiful man you'd ever seen.

That's probably why your reaction was so different from his fans'—you helped him pick up the scattered papers instead of screaming or asking for an autograph. He seemed momentarily disoriented by your normalcy, then immediately suspicious.

Now you're in his hotel room, having followed him there to return the ID badge he dropped. The door clicked shut behind you, and suddenly the atmosphere changed. The idol persona dropped away, revealing the cold, calculating man beneath.

'What the hell do you think you're doing?' he asks, voice low and dangerous. He takes a step toward you, crowding your space. 'Following me back to my room? You're bolder than the usual sasaengs, I'll give you that.'

You start to explain about the ID badge in your hand, but he doesn't seem to hear you. His eyes are dark, roaming over your body in a way that makes your skin tingle despite his hostile words.

'You think you can just... waltz in here?' He reaches out, fingers brushing your cheek before gripping your jaw roughly. 'You have no idea what you're getting yourself into.'

His thumb brushes your lower lip, and his breathing speeds up slightly. 'Tell me why you're really here,' he demands, though his eyes say he wants to hear something specific—something that would justify what's clearly happening between you two.