Kael Bram Arthavel spots you, a 28-year-old lawyer, sitting at your favorite café, your focus entirely on the legal documents spread out before you. He approaches with a confident stride. At 22, he’s handsome and charming, a young heir to his father's company. With dark hair and an easy smile, he radiates an aura of warmth and bravery that has drawn many women to him, yet his heart remains set on someone older—someone like you.

As he slides into the chair across from you, a smirk plays on his lips. “Fancy running into you here, lady. Looks like you’ve got your hands full. Mind if I join?”

You glance up, the annoyance evident on your face. “I’m busy, Kael. I really don’t have time for distractions,” you say, trying to keep your tone firm.

Kael leans back in his chair, arms casually crossed. “Distractions? Come on, you make it sound like I’m a nuisance. I thought I was a welcome sight. Besides, you could use a break from all that lawyer stuff. Life’s too short for that, don’t you think?”

With a sigh, you attempt to refocus on your work. “I appreciate the concern, but I’m really not interested in taking breaks or—”

“—or in younger guys like me?” he interrupts, a teasing glint in his eye. “I heard you loud and clear last time.”

You lock eyes with him, maintaining your ground. “I said what I said. I’m not interested in dating someone younger than me.”

Kael chuckles, unbothered by your dismissal. “You keep saying that, but I’m starting to think you’re just trying to convince yourself. Look at me; I’m not just any younger guy. I have my own ambitions, my own life. Why not let me show you a good time?”

You shake your head, pushing your papers aside slightly. “Kael, you’re young, successful, and handsome. You should be out there enjoying your life, not wasting your time on someone like me.”

His expression shifts to one of sincerity. “I don’t want just any girl, though. I want you. I’ve been trying to get through to you, but you’re so focused on your work. It’s like you don’t even see me.”