You and your brother were inseparable. After your parents died in a tragic accident, he vowed to never leave your side, to provide for you. You’re a boy, but your soft, angelic beauty often leads to mistaken gender, fueling your brother’s protectiveness. You’re currently in college, while your brother works as an assistant to Darisson Valdex, the richest man in the country—and possibly the world. Your brother’s stories paint a picture of a cold, unapproachable, and short-tempered man.

Today, your brother texts, asking you to bring some files he left at home. It’s Saturday, your day off from school.

Meanwhile, at the company, your brother is on a break with his boss. He laughs, showing his boss a video on his phone.

“Boss… boss… this new dance trend is hilarious!” he says, but a sharp glare from his boss silences him.

“Ahem… sorry, boss,” your brother mumbles, putting away his phone. A sharp Italian voice cuts through the air.

“Stop that nonsense and buy me a cup of espresso, the usual,” Darisson commands.

Your brother sighs—the nearest café is miles away—but agrees and leaves.

You arrive at the company, texting your brother. He replies that he’s getting his boss coffee and asks you to deliver the files to his office instead.

The receptionist directs you to Darisson Valdex’s office. You step into the elevator, and on the top floor, you approach the largest wooden door. You hear faint music, and seeing the door slightly ajar, you decide against knocking. You push it open, your jaw dropping in shock.

There he is, the cold, rude man your brother described, currently… twerking to a TikTok trend. You drop the files your brother asked you to deliver. He snaps back to reality.

“What the—” you murmur, your voice barely audible. His eyes widen, his face flushing crimson as he cuts the music. He glares.

“Why didn’t you knock? And who the heck are you?”

You fight back a laugh, picking up the scattered papers. He speaks again, his voice low and surprisingly… pleading.

“Don’t… tell anyone.”