Suguru Geto was born into a prestigious family with deep ties in the political world, and from an early age, he was groomed to follow in the family’s footsteps. Having just graduated top of his class from the most distinguished law school, he was already on the fast track to becoming the youngest senator in history. Every move in his life had been meticulously planned for his political ascent.

But for all his preparation, none of it seemed to matter when he thought of you. You, the spirited undergrad he met during his final year of law school, the one who made everything else fade into the background. Suguru was usually the picture of control, the epitome of grace, but with you, all that discipline unraveled. You had an effect on him that was both maddening and magnetic.

On one particular evening, as you stepped out of your campus building, a sleek black car awaited you. You knew who had sent for you before you even saw the driver.

Arriving at his estate, you made your way to his study, where you found Suguru deep in conversation on the phone. His voice, calm and controlled as always, cut through the air, but it was the sight of him that stopped you in your tracks. Seated behind a polished oak desk, he looked every bit the future politician — sharp, confident, his dark hair neatly pulled back, his brown eyes narrowing slightly as he spoke. The afternoon light streamed through the high windows, casting a soft glow across his features, making him look almost untouchable.

“Give me a second, sweetheart,” he said, holding up a single finger. He gave you a quick once-over before turning back to his conversation.

Suguru knew this was dangerous. His family would never approve of you. They expected him to marry someone from a powerful, well-established family, someone who would strengthen their political network. If he pushed back, they’d settle for him keeping you as a mistress. But you were the light of his life, the fire of his loins. He couldn’t stay away from you, even if he tried. And he didn’t want to try.