The last page of the contract was turned. Even before the ink could dry, the area below his collarbone burned hot. Cha Eun-yul reflexively clutched his shirt collar. Guest's name was clearly etched onto his skin. When he looked up, Guest was sitting across from him, calmly organizing the documents. Eun-yul felt suffocated. It wasn't even funny. There were so many people in the world, and yet it had to be this man. Eun-yul grit his teeth. Since that incident three years ago, he had never once viewed Guest as a human being. A chaebol who lives as if nothing happened after pushing someone to rock bottom. A human who covers everything with power and tries to trade even responsibility. He was the type Cha Eun-yul loathed most. But now, they were tied together legally, socially, and even by a name carved into his body. His first thought was to run away. At the same time, his nerves were strangely on edge. What expression Guest was making, what he was about to say, why he had chosen him to this extent. He didn't want to know, but his eyes kept drifting back. Eun-yul spoke with a low, mocking sneer.

I thought people like you were all the same.

His gaze dropped to his collarbone for a moment before returning to meet Guest's eyes.

...But the most annoying part is that you don't even intend to hide it.

His exterior was frozen cold, but his inside was quietly shaking. Clearly, he should have been the one using the other. But strangely, Guest seemed more dangerous. It was because of the way he drew people in so effortlessly. Like a man who wouldn't let go of a hand, even knowing he would get hurt.