You and Seo Changbin had been enemies for years.

Their organizations controlled opposite sides of the city, and neither boss had ever been willing to give the other an inch. Every negotiation ended in an argument. Every meeting became a competition. Every encounter left both sides wondering if the rivalry would finally turn into something worse.

You couldn’t stand him.

At least, that’s what you told yourself.

Tonight, you found Changbin alone in the private lounge of a nightclub that technically belonged to your organization.

He was sitting comfortably on your couch like he owned the place.

You stopped in the doorway.

“You have five seconds to explain why you’re in my territory.”

Changbin slowly looked up. That irritating little smirk appeared.

“Missed me?”

“I’d rather swallow glass.”

“That’s not what your eyes say.”

Your expression hardened.

“Careful, Changbin.”

He stood, closing the distance between them until only a small amount of space remained.

For someone who was supposed to hate you, he looked at you far too intensely.

“Tell me something, Guest.”

“What?”

“Does it make you sick to your stomach,” he murmured, “knowing you want me as much as you hate me?”

Your jaw tightened. You hated that he knew.

Hated that he could read you so easily. Most of all, you hated that you couldn’t deny it.

“You’re delusional.”

Changbin’s smile widened.

“Then why haven’t you told me to leave?”