LOGINNick stood with a firm frame. His shoulders were straight, his posture creating a long shadow in that white room. His jaw hardened, his eyes were cold—sharp like a lion assessing its prey before pounced.
"You didn't even ask about my condition," he said low but firm. "And immediately take action. What kind of doctor are you?" His tone didn't rise, in fact, that made The Doctor much more terrifying. Luna was silent. His body reflexively tensed. "And you..." Nick continued, his eyes tracing Luna's face without emotion, “... has violated my privacy. You've seen what you shouldn't have seen and touched, silly!" The sentence fell slowly, but hit hard. Nervous. Fear. That's what Luna feels right now. Especially with the aura of the man in front of him—calm, authoritative, and clearly used to controlling the situation. "Oh my gosh... How is this..." Luna bit her lower lip, panicked imagining the worst consequences. "You just shut up and say nothing?" Nick turned his head slightly. "Alright, I'll file a formal complaint for you." He threat her. Luna's heart was pounding. The man prepared to step on his feet to get out of the white room. Swiftly, Luna held him back. "W-Wait a minute, Mr. Nick-" Luna reflexively grabbed Nick's arm before he actually stepped away. Nick stopped. Slowly turning his head, looking at Luna's hand that was clutching his arm. "Let go off." The voice is flat. Not hard. Not angry. It actually made Luna's knees almost limp. "Mr. Nick... T-This is my first week in urology. Please, forgive me." Luna said stammering. "Previously, I was in pediatrics. So I'm used to doing it with young children. I think you're here to do the same with them." Luna continued with her swollen face that was still gripping Nick's arm tightly. Her eyes occasionally stared into the eyes of Nick's eagle who seemed ready to prey on her at any moment. Luna hopes that the man in front of her will undo his intention to report to her superiors. "I'm sorry." Said Luna. Nick snorted softly. “Damn it!” Nick cursed. "P-Please don't report me, I'll be responsible for what I have done to you." Luna continued to beg, her grip unconsciously strengthened. "Get that hand of yours off my arm!" "Mr. Nick, please." "Let go of your hands!" The baritone tone made Luna immediately come to her senses. She slowly let go of her grip and took a few steps back, her chest going up and down in panic. Silence. Luna rolled her gaze, desperately searching for something—anything—that could soften this man. Then her eyes fell on the expensive black coat at the end of the bed. The suit... "Ah, he must have forgotten his suit." Luna thought to herself intending to take Nick's heart. Quickly, Luna picked up the suit and tossed it to Nick respectfully, her body bowed slightly. But unfortunately, Nick just snatched it up without a word. Realizing that he did not respond, Luna intended to re-establish her body. But unexpectedly, her eyes caught something. “M-Mr. Nick!” "Don't look at me with such a gaze!" "That's your zipper yet-" Instantly Nick lowered his head, focusing his gaze on his pants. “Shit!!” "Turn around! Don't look!" The brief order did not leave room for rebuttal. Luna spontaneously turned around, her shoulders shaking slightly holding back a laugh that almost escaped. "Don't laugh at me, you stupid doctor. It's all your fault!" Said Nick coldly. Hearing that, Luna immediately smothered her mouth so as not to add her guilt to Nick. "Ekheem..." Nick deliberately cleared his throat to signal that his zipper business was over. When Luna came back to face, Nick was already standing neatly—cold, perfect, flawless. But he was immediately surprised when Nick's burly hand suddenly snatched the id card hanging on Luna's chest. Luna's body jerked. “Dokter Luna Henderson, Number ID 27614!” Nuck read it carefully. Luna held her breath. "The complaint and lawsuit because you have violated my privacy, I will file at the same time!" Nick threatened. Luna's eyes widened. "See you in court." Nick put on his suit, preparing to leave. But again, Luna held the man's arm, this time almost desperately. "Mr. Nick, M-Mr. Nick!" "I made this mistake because I have been working 48 hours non-stop in this room. Please forgive me, give me a chance to make up for it." Luna pleaded with Nick like a whining child. She bent his body repeatedly, so that at least Nick felt sorry for her. But unintentionally, the medical mask that Luna was wearing came off. Luna's face was fully exposed—pale skin, clear eyes that trembled anxiously, pink lips that were tightened nervously. Nick was silent. There was a gap of a split second—long enough for something that shouldn't have happened. "Why... She looks cute like this?" Inside, Nick was bewitched. Nick hardened his jaw. "Mr. Nick, please don't report me, huh? I beg you..." His hand was still at home on Nick's arm. "Ekh-Ekheem..." Nick acted like he was justifying his tie, turning his gaze away so as not to keep staring at Luna's face. "What would you repay him for if I undid my intention to report you?" Nick asked coldly. Luna's eyes lit up. "S-So, you're going to forgive me, Mr. Nick?" "I didn't say that. Do I have to repeat my question?" Nick said intimidating Luna. Before Luna could answer, Nick's phone rang. The man seemed to sigh when he found out that the one who contacted him was his mother. "Hel-" Before Nick finished saying hello, his mother had already nagged, making Nick spontaneously move his phone away from his ear. "LISTEN NICK! IF YOU DON'T BRING YOUR GIRLFRIEND HOME TONIGHT, DON'T EVER SET FOOT IN MY MANSION AGAIN!" Said Nick's mother on the other side. Nick let out a deep sigh. "You didn't even ask about my condition, Mom." "DON'T DISTRACT THE CONVERSATION, NICK. I KNOW THAT YOU'RE FINE." "Mom, you're still messing up. I'm still busy with my work, I'll visit your mansion later and talk about it." Nick replied. "YOU JUST NEED TO GET MARRIED, NICK! YOU'RE 35 YEARS OLD! DATE A WOMAN!" "I don't have time to do such silly thing. Come on, I'll visit you later, Mom." Nick replied. "LISTEN, NICK! IF YOU STILL DON'T WANT TO, DON'T COME TO SEE ME AGAIN AND I WON'T TO BE YOUR MOTHER AGAIN!" Donna threatens her son. The telephone connection was unilaterally disconnected. "God damn it!" Nick swore softly at his phone which was slowly dimming. Nick could only breathe and massage his temples that started to get dizzy every time he heard his mother's babbling who always urged him to get married soon. Meanwhile, Luna was still standing there, silently unreacting to Nick and his mother's conversation. She was still looking at the man with the same gaze. "Ekhhheem..." Nick cleared his throat. He saw the doctor in front of him still at home holding his arm with sparkling eyes. "Doctor Luna," he said flatly. "I'll give you a chance to make up for your mistake to me." Nick said with a slight grin. He will take advantage of this opportunity. "Really, Mr. Nick? How? What should I do for my mistake with? Tell me! I'll do it!" Luna looked excited to hear Nick's statement. "Be my girlfriend..."“Will you?” Without thinking twice, Luna suddenly pushed Nick's masculine body away, creating distance between them. Her movement was spontaneous, as if it were a reflex she hadn't had time to think about. “No! I don’t want to marry you!” she exclaimed loudly. She averted her gaze, unwilling to look at him. Nick’s body stiffened. His jaw hardened, his eyes darkened. He wasn't used to rejection—especially from a woman. “You Stubborn!” he said coldly, full of emotion. Luna—she still refused him. Out of dozens—perhaps even hundreds—of women who wanted to bear the title of Mrs. Lancaster, Luna was the only one who firmly said no, rejecting him. Nick’s confused. Not because he started to like Luna, but because his self-esteem had been shattered in front of her. Now, the situation had reversed—as if he were the one begging to be her partner. For the first time, he looked like a man begging. “Marry me, Luna! I’ll ensure your livelihood. Even for ten generations, my weal
"What are you looking at, Luna?!" Nick's voice was sharp, cutting through the air with coldness. His gaze locked onto Luna as if he had just been caught red-handed committing a serious crime, not just staring too long. His jaw tightened, the muscles in his temples tensed, holding back something even he himself was reluctant to admit. He stood up hastily, still in the same position—both hands covering his ‘thing’—then turned quickly. His steps were long and heavy, leaving the living room as if the room itself was a witness too embarrassing to face. The door closed with a soft thud, but loud enough to show his agitation. Donna, who had witnessed it all, burst into a hearty laugh. A laugh filled with the small triumph of a mother. “Hahahaha... What a fool son.” She shook his head slowly, then sat down next to Luna with a meaningful smile still on her face. “It turns out I was wrong. My son still likes a woman.” Luna could only manage an awkward smile. Her heart hadn'
“Luna!” “Come on, get it out of your mouth.” “Get it out!” Nick's voice was firm, repetitive, trying not to be panicked. His arms wrapped around Luna's body from behind, his position precise, like someone who knew exactly what to do in a situation like this. Both hands pressed against Luna's stomach regularly, strong but controlled thrusts—not rough, but calculated. Luna's body tensed. Her breathing was labored, her chest rising and falling irregularly. Her hands reflexively gripped Nick's arms, her fingers clenching tightly as if they were the only thing keeping her from collapsing. “Come on, Luna. Spit it out!” “Come on!” Nick's tone remained low and cold, but behind his calm exterior, there was an undeniable tension. He didn't like losing control, especially when it came to someone's life—let alone the woman who was now in his arms. "Luna," he called out briefly. “Listen to me. Follow my rhythm.” Luna wanted to respond. She wanted to say she’d try with all he
"As mine..." The words slipped from Nick's lips in a low, calm tone, as if the decision were as simple as signing a business contract. But to Luna, those two words felt like a small bomb exploding right in front of her face. Luna stared at Nick without blinking. Her gaze was intense—not out of admiration, but full of calculation. It was as if she was peeling the man apart with her eyes, looking for a loophole, looking for a reason, looking for something she could use as a shield to escape from this increasingly absurd situation. Her hand moved before her mind did. Luna reached for Nick's hand and deftly placed two fingers on his wrist, right at his pulse point. Her touch was light, professional—the reflex of a doctor accustomed to examining patients, not the touch of a nervous woman in the presence of a dangerous man. For a moment, the air between them felt tense. The pulse was clearly felt at the tip of her finger—strong, steady, too regular for someone who had just
“Will you marry me or not?” “Nope!” The refusal came out of Luna’s mouth, firm and without hesitation. Her hand pushed Nick's hand away from her cheeks—hard enough to create distance between them. Luna stared at Nick with cold, cynical eyes. Her gaze slowly scanned Nick—from his perfectly styled black hair, His sharp jawline was clearly visible, without smiling, to his expensive suit that was clearly not made by just any tailor. Those shiny leather shoes... too perfect. Too expensive. Too annoying. Her gaze repeated, moving up and down, as if appraising an exhibition piece too expensive to touch—and too flawed to own. “Cold. Arrogant. Annoying." "This man is even colder than a block of ice.” “What kind of women would want to marry him?” “Pfft. Even a cat would run away from him." Luna's mind hissed sharply. Her hand moved reflexively, rubbing her cheeks, which still felt warm—the mark of Nick's touch a few minutes ago. The anger hadn't evaporated; instead, it thic
“In three days, you must marry Luna, Nick! Do you want to see my cancer get worse in my body?” Donna threatened her son. “Mom, you can’t force me to marry her because of your illness.” Nick said. “I don’t want to drag this out, Nick. Marry Luna. As soon as possible.” Nick stared at his mom with tension he couldn’t hide. His jaw tightened. “No.” One word. Firmly. “You brat! I’m sick right now, Nick! Can’t you just listen to me this once? Don’t be so stubborn!” The living room suddenly felt stuffy, as if the air inside the luxurious mansion had become tense. The crystal chandelier continued to glow elegantly, the Italian marble underfoot remained cold, but the conversation between mother and son made the atmosphere seem to heat up without fire. The tone of voice that had been restrained now clashed, soft but sharp, hitting the high walls that were accustomed to keeping family secrets. Luna was a little confused. Her eyes darted back and forth between Donna and Ni







