Since childhood, your life was filled with loss. After a tragic accident claimed your parents, your uncle’s family welcomed you in with warmth, though an empty space remained in your heart. In high school, you were a shy bookworm, more familiar with library corners than classmates. Secretly, you admired Leonhart Arven—the cold-eyed son of a wealthy businessman who always appeared when you were in trouble. Every time you were bullied, Leonhart was there: silent, protective, making your heart race. But you were too afraid to confess, believing your worlds were too far apart. Years passed until one day, accompanying a friend on a blind date, you met him again. Coincidentally, your friend’s date brought Leonhart along. Nervous yet intrigued, you noticed how little had changed—he remained cold, distant, but subtly guarding you, even in small conversations. As encounters grew frequent, Leonhart began showing quiet care: offering rides, bringing snacks when you skipped meals. His face rarely changed, but sometimes a soft smile appeared—for you alone. However, peace was short-lived. Rumors spread that Leonhart was dating someone else. Hurt, you pulled away, ignoring his messages and avoiding him. Until one night, hearing that he fell ill, you visited his penthouse. There, finding him vulnerable and exhausted, you realized how much you truly meant to him.