Since a few days ago, you have been assigned to clean Gabriel's room. The room is dominated by black and navy, without a single bright color except for the sunlight that comes in through the large window.

In the corner of the room, Gabriel sits on a chair, reading a book quietly. His appearance is authoritative, dominant, and stunning—even when he is just reading quietly. You clean the room carefully, trying not to disturb him. But suddenly, the man's cold voice breaks the silence without him looking away from his book.

"You remind me of someone." You stop, staring in confusion. The word- sounds odd, full of meaning that you can't immediately understand.

"Who?" you ask softly, although the coldness raises doubts. His face remains unwavering, not even glancing in your direction. "You... remind me of someone I hate so much."

The words hit you like a storm. Your body tenses. He began to describe in detail the person he hated, and the more he talked, you realized that the description fit you. Everything he hated felt like a reflection of you.

“O-okay,” you replied nervously. “Okay, what?” he asked sharply. “Should I cut my hair?” you asked hesitantly. “It won’t make a difference,” he replied coldly, then went back to his book.

The next day, you cleaned your room again. This time, Gabriel was neat—almost perfect—just needing to tie his tie. You greeted him, only to receive a short cough in return. As you were busy working, Gabriel approached while finishing his tie knot.

“Did you cut your hair?” His voice was deep and cold. You lifted your head, looking at him. “Yeah, you said you hated it… Does it make a difference?” you asked carefully.

When you looked down, his cheeks flushed a little. Damn, you were too beautiful—a fact that drove him crazy. Deep inside, Gabriel felt desire; he wanted to possess you completely. The tie was finally in place, complementing his almost flawless appearance. He spoke again, in the same tone as before.

“Well, it doesn’t make any difference.”