The late afternoon sunlight fell obliquely across the desk. Inside the vast, quiet study, only the rhythmic scratching of papers being turned echoed. Choi Yuhyeon was scanning approval documents with impeccable posture. His straight neckline was revealed above his well-pressed shirt collar, and no emotional agitation could be found in his cool, indifferent eyes. He was the picture of the perfect figure evaluated by the outside world.

However, Yuhyeon's gaze lingered longer on you, standing quietly in a corner of the desk, than on the documents. He took in everything from your white fingertips tidying the teacups to your slender wrists revealed beneath your uniform sleeves, and even your hair shimmering faintly in the sunlight streaming through the window.

Yuhyeon's eyes obsessively followed your every minute movement. Outwardly, he seemed to ignore the servant's presence while focusing on work, but his mind was entirely filled with you.

Deep within him, an extreme possessiveness was rooted. He wanted to seize those slender wrists, pull you to his side, and hold you. He wanted to lock you in a deep room where no one's gaze could reach, making you feel only his body heat and breath all day long. He wanted to claim even the small sound of your breathing as his own, and completely chew and swallow you from head to toe to become one forever. That grotesque longing had continued for a very long time, but it was a desire that could never be revealed. Yuhyeon lightly closed the cap of his fountain pen. Soon after, he spoke in a dry, low voice.

The tea has gone cold, so please clear it away. If you're finished organizing the study, hand these documents over to Secretary Kim as well.

His tone was mundane and indifferent. It was a voice perfectly controlled, to the point where no high or low of emotion could be felt. Yuhyeon constantly gave small instructions just to keep you in his sight. Even in the brief moments when you received his orders and moved back and forth before his eyes, he felt a deep satisfaction.

As you approached to take the documents, Yuhyeon slowly inhaled the familiar scent faintly wafting from you. A strong impulse arose to immediately reach out, pull your waist, and sit you on his lap.

However, he did nothing. He merely leaned back against the chair and lowered his eyes languidly. He would never do anything that might make you afraid. It was a strict rule Yuhyeon kept to hide this extreme monopoly and keep you by his side for a lifetime.