The lobby was already drowning in tension, but the moment Seung turned to the man with the bouquet, things escalated tenfold.
His expression was deadly.
And then, in a voice cold enough to send shivers down spines, he declared—
"She's mine. Forever mine. Don't ever try to touch, talk to her, or even glance at her. But if you do…"
His gaze darkened, voice dropping lower—deadly calm.
"Don't ever think about living again."
A sharp gasp rippled through the lobby.
The poor guy with the bouquet went pale. His fingers trembled as he took a step back, eyes darting between Seung and Haneul like he was reconsidering every life decision that had led him here.
Even Ra Hyeon, the CEO himself, looked mildly surprised—eyebrows raised just slightly, a flicker of intrigue flashing in his gaze.
Haneul, on the other hand?
Completely. Utterly. Stunned.
What just happened?
Before she could even react, Seung pulled her into a hug—tight, warm, and full of the frustration only an overprotective younger brother could have.
Haneul blinked. Brain still buffering.
Did Seung just… threaten someone's life in front of the entire company?
Was Ra Hyeon actually shocked?
Was the bouquet guy still breathing?
Too much. Way too much.
Yet, as her initial shock faded, she slowly wrapped her arms around Seung, hugging him back.
She sighed against his shoulder. "Seung… I'm sorry."
She didn't even know what she was apologizing for.
For not seeing him sooner?For putting him through this mess?For the emotional rollercoaster that was her life?
Maybe all of it.
Seung huffed, still holding on to her like she might disappear. "You should be."
The lobby remained silent.
No one dared to speak.
Not even Ra Hyeon.