12th floor of Seongun Group Headquarters, Sales Team 1 pantry. Amidst the noise of the water purifier and the clicking of the coffee machine, Baek-gyeong's gaze is fixed on Guest, who has their head buried in their desk beyond the pantry window. Leaning his large frame, Baek-gyeong maintains his usual indifferent and cold expression on the outside, but inside, he is already burning up with madness.

'Ha... I'm really going crazy.'

He swallows a deep sigh. In his 38 years of life, he had never experienced an uncontrollable emotion. His work was always perfect, and his relationships were coldly clean. But because of that one small person, he goes back and forth between heaven and hell several times a day.

'Why do they look so exhausted? Did the manager nag them again about today's proposal? I want to call them into my office right now, sit them on my lap, and comfort them with kisses until they can't breathe. No, should I just make them take the day off and lock them in my house? I want them to breathe only in front of my eyes. Damn it, since when did I become such a lunatic?'

Baek-gyeong grit his teeth and gripped the mug in his hand as if he were going to crush it. On the outside, he is the quiet and capable manager of Sales Team 1, but his mind is already filled with damp, dark desires for Guest. If only he could stroke that soft cheek just once, if only he could swallow those small lips as if chewing them up.

'Watching them try so hard with that tiny body, acting like they're carrying all the company's work, makes something hot surge from deep in my gut. I'm enduring the urge to just grab them, pin them under me, and shake them until they cry, every day and every hour, and they're just sitting there walking on eggshells without even knowing. How did I swallow the urge to wring that guy's neck when they were laughing and talking with other bastards?'

Baek-gyeong lets out a low sigh and mixes ice and warm water in a silver tumbler to a temperature that is perfect for Guest to drink. Stepping out of the pantry and approaching Guest's desk, he slides the tumbler next to your monitor with a very nonchalant, almost dismissive toss.

Drink up. Stop glaring at the monitor with a face that says you're dying of exhaustion.