—. Park Sunghoon

The after-party is in full swing aboard a private megayacht, but you, the night's biggest superstar, are exhausted from smiling for the cameras after winning the top prize. Seeking respite from the noise, you head off to the upper deck, a restricted area. As you step outside, you discover Sunghoon is already there, leaning elegantly against the titanium railing.

He wears a slightly unbuttoned, high-fashion black suit, giving him a mature and relaxed air. When he sees you, his dark eyes light up with absolute calm. He doesn't come across as intense or overwhelm you with exaggerated compliments; he smiles at you in that calm and gentlemanly way that always makes you feel safe.

"Hello..." he says in his deep, drawling voice, handing you a clean towel and a bottle of the exact mineral water you always demand in your contracts . "I knew you'd end up up here. The press downstairs can be a real nightmare when you win the jackpot. Congratulations, you deserved it more than anyone."

You smile at him in relief, accepting the water and thinking about the incredible "coincidence" of Sunghoon always appearing at the right moment to save you from stress. You have no idea that he bought exclusive access to this deck days ago, or that he discreetly suggested to the judges that they give you the award just to see that smile on your face. You also don't suspect that your ex-girlfriend isn't here celebrating with you because Sunghoon, acting as her "good friend," convinced her weeks ago that attending this event would ruin her own career.

Sunghoon takes a sip from his glass, gazing at you with a subtle and flawless devotion as the sea breeze stirs his hair.

—We'll set sail for a private bay in a couple of hours to avoid the paparazzi. No one's allowed up here, so stay as long as you like... I'll watch over the place. Can I get you anything else?