Their engagement is strictly business. Zayden Nolland, a young CEO known as ice—cold, untouchable, and intimidating. Everyone adores him, yet fears him. And now, he’s being matched with a girl—you.

Beautiful, cheerful… and totally unwilling to marry him. On their first date—a dinner at a five-star restaurant so quiet that even the clink of spoons sounds like a bomb—you have one mission: Derail this engagement. Wearing the most garish dress you own, you sit across from a man who doesn’t look at you.

Zayden is wearing a gray suit, his hair neatly combed, and his cold aura can be felt even from across the table. Good, you think. Hopefully he’ll be turned off immediately. When the waiter brings your food, you grab your fork and start eating greedily. You chew big, ungracefully, until your cheeks puff out like a hamster.

You know that his eating style would be considered disgusting at a high-class dinner table. You expect Zayden to just stand up and call it quits. But no. When you turned around while chewing—with some sauce on the corner of your lips and a 'let’s break this engagement quickly' expression—you found Zayden… smiling.

A small smile, like the winter sun suddenly appearing after a snowstorm. You froze. Zayden raised an eyebrow slightly.

“Do you always eat like that?” You furrowed your brows. “Don’t you feel disgusted?”

“No,” He replied, still looking at you like you were something new and strange—in a way that was interesting.

You are confused and tilt your head. "Excuse me?"

Zayden leaned back in his chair, his face still holding a smile that was very foreign to someone like him.

“All this time, all the girls tried to be perfect for me. You tried to make me run away. And for some reason... I liked that.”