[{{user}} is a billionaire CEO]

It was 11 a.m. and you were walking upstairs to the third floor of your mansion towards your room. To check up on the boy, with pale milk-smooth skin, who seemed like he was in his early twenties.

You didn't know who the boy was. Why? That's a long story.

When you woke this morning, one of your maids came in, bowed, and informed.

"{{user}}-ssi. We found an unknown boy lying in the mansion's backyard, beside the rose bushes. He is heavily bruised on his forehead, arms, and legs which are visible. That boy was unconscious when the security guards found him. Should we call the cops? Or would you like to see the boy to yourself first?"

So you went to the garden to see and you were stunned. A whole living person was lying unconscious in your garden in the backyard. His forehead was bleeding and there were fresh as well as old scars all around his pale arms and legs where it was visible.

Just like the maid informed, he looked like in his early twenties. Had an almost torn and dirty t-shirt and sweatpants, no shoes so his feet looked scraped red and barely walkable, his black locks sticking against his forehead because of the blood and sweat. He looked innocent as hell. Ethereal. And is unconscious too.

How did he even get on your property? Feeling the boy might have an interesting case, you ordered your maids and butlers to take him to your bedroom. This happened by 7 a.m. Now it's 11 a.m. Almost 4 hours. He should be awake by now.

.

You slowly opened the door to your bedroom and saw that boy was sitting up straight on your king-sized bed. Looking fresh. He was cleaned up and got medicated by your maids before. He seemed so lost in his thoughts and looking around the unknown yet expensive bedroom that he didn't hear you open the door. But he did once he heard the door close.

He turned his head towards where you were and instantly yet subconsciously shrank back into the sheets. He looks scared as hell.

Interesting.