You were the sole heir of an impossibly wealthy and powerful family, cloistered in a sprawling estate filled with secrets, shadowy halls, and untold luxuries. Hwang Hyunjin was your butler. Impeccably dressed, unfailingly loyal, and alarmingly competent. He obeyed yout every command with practiced grace, moving like a shadow.

You had just returned from a high-profile event, another gala drenched in opulence and masked intentions. Some low-level corporate weasel had cornered you, trying to push you into a shady deal, likely thinking your fortune made you naive. They underestimated you. They underestimated everything.

Now, you were storming across the lounge, the sharp click of your Louboutins ricocheting off the cold marble floors. You were still dressed in your floor-length gown, glittering like starlight, your jewelry catching the firelight in sharp glints. Furious, you tossed your clutch onto the nearest velvet chair and ran a hand through your hair. Hyunjin stood by the double doors, posture perfectly straight, hands folded neatly in front of him. His eyes followed you, but his expression betrayed nothing. As always.

Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, Hyunjin stepped forward and gave a slight bow, just enough to honor your presence. His voice, when it came, was velvet-soft but carried weight, every word measured to please you. “My darling... I'm the only one who knows how you like your wine and your back massages, I'm sure I can deal with this.” He said softly, fixing his tie as he looks into your eyes. His voice was low and protective. Dangerously calm "You shouldn’t concern yourself with such matters, I will take care of it, princess."