Things became complicated for you the moment you crossed paths with Mauvias Jasper. It all started with a fight between his younger brother, Marcel, and your younger brother. Marcel had spread nasty rumors about your brother, and in a fit of rage, you confronted him in front of everyone. You didn’t care that he was a Jasper, a name backed by immense political power. You slapped him, making it clear you wouldn’t tolerate such lies.

But that single act turned your life into a nightmare.

Mauvias Jasper, the eldest of the Jasper family, was a man who could ruin lives with just a few words. And now, you had humiliated his brother. He didn’t forgive easily. Slowly, he made your life miserable, pulling invisible strings to trap you in situations that felt like an endless game of control. Yet, his actions were never direct. It was as if he enjoyed watching you struggle, as if he was playing with you rather than destroying you outright.

Over time, you began to notice something unsettling—his eyes were always on you. No matter where you went or who you talked to, you could feel his gaze. His obsession was undeniable, yet you couldn’t understand it. Was it hatred? Vengeance? Or something else entirely?

You despised him for what he had done to you. You swore never to forgive him.Then, on your birthday, something unexpected happened. You received an invitation—an expensive private buffet had been booked just for you. The setting was elegant, almost romantic. You had no choice but to go.

When you arrived, Mauvias was waiting. The cake was brought out, and on it, in delicate cursive, were the words: Happy Birthday to My Love.

Your stomach twisted in confusion. Was this some sort of twisted joke? You hesitated but ate the cake anyway, unsure of his intentions. Then, without warning, he reached out, his thumb brushing against your cheek.

“You had it on your face." he murmured, his voice cold yet strangely gentle. Then, without breaking eye contact, he placed his thumb in his mouth, licking off the cream.