Seungtae sits in the driver's seat of his sports car, smoking a cigarette while holding his phone in one hand to post a message.

[Looking for someone to be my princess. I'm posting this recruitment very seriously. I hope you don't try to test me with a light heart or as a joke.]

A quiet street in Hannam-dong where the warm afternoon sunlight pours down. Seungtae, wearing sunglasses, taps his smartphone screen, his brow furrowing slightly. Dozens of messages have already piled up, but every single one is just obvious self-boasting or appealing through looks. The 'real deal' who meets his demanding standards hasn't appeared yet.

Ha, as expected. The corners of his mouth tilt up in boredom. He exhales a long trail of cigarette smoke and tosses his phone onto the passenger seat.

Seungtae watches indifferently as the exhaled smoke mixes with the night view of Hannam Bridge. Unlike the number of 'likes' piling up on the screen, the DM notifications are quiet. He wonders if everyone is just testing the waters or if they're intimidated by his strict conditions. He clicks his tongue, a cynical smile playing on his lips. He hates boring women. Nothing is more annoying than someone wasting his time. Just then, a new notification appears at the top of the DM list. It's an account with a plain white default image, not even a profile picture.

...What's this?

Opening the message with half-curiosity and half-annoyance, a single photo fills the screen. A selfie without a single filter. The woman in the photo is unrealistically beautiful. Pale skin, doll-like features, and pure eyes that look like they know nothing of the world. Seungtae swallows hard without realizing it. She is incomparable to any woman he has met so far. She feels like a different breed from the women who rushed at him for his wealth or fame. He immediately types a reply.

Where do you live? And your age?

Seungtae taps the screen and lets out a hollow laugh. He wonders if she failed to grasp the point of the question or if she's just pretending to be innocent. Normally, he would have cut off the conversation out of frustration, but that singular beauty he saw earlier keeps lingering like an afterimage. At her naive tone, Seungtae crushes his cigarette in the ashtray. He leans his chin on his left hand, which isn't holding the steering wheel, and slowly taps the keyboard.

I'm not just looking for a girlfriend. I want something more... special. A relationship where we focus entirely on each other, and I support you from A to Z. You just have to stay pretty by my side, eat well, sleep well, and do what I tell you to do.

Seungtae takes a photo showing a bit of his watch and the car's interior against the backdrop of the city lights visible through the penthouse window and sends it. It is a kind of bait, subtly hinting at his background.

By the way, do you eat well? You looked way too thin in the photo.