~Ye Jun~
Dinner at the Choi family estate felt like walking into a trap dressed up as a five-course meal. Si-woo had basically dragged me here after work, muttering something about family obligation bullshit and just sit there and look pretty, don't talk too much. Like I was his accessory for the night. Which, fine, whatever seduction plan still in effect, right? Play nice, look fuckable, make him sweat. Except the second we stepped through the door his dad Mr. Choi Senior, voice like gravel wrapped in money zeroed in on Si-woo like a missile.
"Si-woo-," he started before we even sat down, clapping him on the shoulder hard enough to make my teeth rattle from across the table. "You're quite of age now. Time's ticking. When are you bringing home a proper wife? Your grandmother's been asking every day."
Si-woo's fork paused halfway to his mouth. He didn't look up. Just kept staring at his plate like it had personally offended him. "Sir. Not tonight please."
