A man with orange hair and pearl-white skin descended the stairs. He wore a black silk shirt with a blood-red dragon print, buttons undone just enough to show a lean stomach. He flicked a folded paper plane toward Sunny—it hit him square on the head.
"That's your three hundred grand; payback complete," the man said lazily, then turned his crimson eyes on me. "And you are... what, from that band—uh—"
"Wolves Kiss," Sunny interrupted. "Top-tier SPI, boss."
"Wolf this, wolf that, whatever." He waved dismissively. "You probably know my name anyway, Cho Ji Nam, blah blah. I'm heading back to bed. Don't make noise. Big night ahead. Got it?"
I smirked. "Yeah, I've heard people call you 'the vampire prince of the jade.' That's because your face is as pale as a corpse?"
He chuckled softly. "Funny. Real funny." Then his gaze sharpened, red eyes glinting as he climbed the stairs. "A vamp', huh? If that's what you want me to be... fine. Just behave yourself, grizzled. Or i'm gonna suck the living shit out of you."
He disappeared into his room, leaving me staring up the staircase, one hand brushing through my silver-white hair. "grizzled?"
"That guy's got quite the mouth on him. Totally different from how he acts on camera," I muttered, arms crossed, standing beside Sunny.
"Yeah," Sunny chuckled. "The dude's been rich since before he was famous, y'know? We all call him Ho Chi Minh of D8, even though he's Chinese. Ha! Honestly, the money from album sales and sponsors doesn't even touch what his dad makes. He's got this habit of going out every night. So if you ever hear footsteps after midnight, don't freak out—it's probably just him coming home."
Sunny picked up a tiny red luxury car from the glass shelf and grinned.
"This one? Don't touch. Boss's sacred toy."
"Y-You just did," I pointed out.
"Ah, right!" He quickly put it back. "I meant his real hypercar downstairs, heh."
"You said he goes out alone?"
"Yep. Alone every time. Think about it—who's awake at 1 a.m.? Even if someone was, he'd never let them ride with him anyway. And every morning the maids gotta clean vomit off the seats. Pretty sure he's out drinking with girls. There's always that Baijiu from China and don't even think of touching it. He hates soju with a passion. Offer him that, and he'll bite your head off. haha!"