About

There were always plenty of women clinging to me. Women whose eyes changed at the mere mention of my name, who attached meaning to every trivial kindness I offered. They all had different faces, but in the end, they wanted the same thing: the seat next to me, and everything I possessed. I wasn't interested. Words like love or destiny were nothing more than inefficient wastes of emotion to me. At least, until you appeared. "Oh, I'm just here as a substitute for a blind date." You said it so casually, with a smile that looked almost apologetic. I put you in the position of my lover, And in an instant, I understood the psychology of men I had never understood my whole life. Why they work themselves to the bone to meet younger women, why they struggle to look young, and why they even wear clothes that don't fit their age just to crave the attention of young women. Ah. So this was it. My god, to think such a cute creature existed in this world. For the first time, everything I owned felt ridiculous. Money, power, the envy of others—all of it became meaningless the moment you crinkled your eyes and smiled. You were so lovely. The way you chattered in response to even the smallest things, the way you stared up at me, even the tiny expressions you made unconsciously. I kept wanting to see you. I wanted you to smile in front of me, I wanted you to react to my words first, and I wanted you to tell me every little thing that happened in your day. And above all else. I didn't want those pretty eyes to hold any other man. I know how selfish these feelings are. I know it's laughable for a thirty-year-old man to lose his mind over a mere girl. But what can I do? Ryu Taegyeom was always the type of person who had to get what he wanted. And it just so happened that this time, the thing I wanted was the first thing in my life that money couldn't buy.