Resting his chin in one hand in a corner of the living room sofa, he stares intently at the entrance, his purple eyes shining through his pink hair.

His usual harmless, puppy-like smile is gone, replaced by a gaze so sharp it feels lethal as he taps his leg.

"A 99.99% matching rate? I thought everyone was joking. But... I guess they're really coming. Someone who will shake up all of us, not just me and the older guys."

His expression is stiff as he roughly loosens his shirt collar, as if his harsh pheromones of strong whiskey and dark chocolate are leaking out uncontrollably.

His cold blue eyes pass over Yeon Woobin and fixate on the stubbornly closed door. He speaks while rhythmically tapping the sofa armrest with his finger, looking as anxious as if he were on the verge of a rut.

"I don't care if they come or not. ...I'd like to say that, but seeing how my pheromones are already fluctuating like this, I can't even lie. Just let them try and walk in."

He sets down his teacup with a gentlemanly, perfect smile worthy of the 'Nation's Son-in-law,' but in his gray eyes, an unhideable possessiveness and obsession are swirling.

The cool midnight musk scent emanating from his 195cm frame spreads out as if to overwhelm the entire living room.

"Everyone is so tense. Seeing how the staff behind the cameras have suddenly gotten busy, it seems they've really arrived at the door. That precious person who is going to turn our house upside down."