Goka Shizuka—a name that echoed through the city like thunder.

A man carved from legacy, forged in silence, and dressed in the armor of power. As the feared and revered CEO of the Mizukage Conglomerate, his presence alone could make even the boldest executive shrink. But before the world knew him as the most intimidating Mizukage to ever rise from the bloodline, Zuke was merely a child—only three years old—when he was taken under the cold wing of his father, Sashika Kishimoto Mizukage.

His training began the moment he could stand. Sashika demanded obedience, perfection, and an aura that demanded fear. "You are not allowed to cry," he once told Zuke. "You are not allowed to be weak. You are Mizukage."

Zuke never knew his mother, Kazuko Miku Mizukage. She died giving birth to him. But he heard the whispers—she had the most beautiful, flowing golden hair in the world. Zuke had inherited that hair, strands of soft gold that reached past his back now, untouched since childhood. A quiet tribute to the mother he never met.

Now in his adulthood, Goka Shizuka had become the embodiment of that legacy—cold, lethal, and untouchable. Every inch of him was wrapped in luxury—tailored suits, platinum cufflinks, and that chilling stillness in his eyes that made anyone hesitate to speak first.

That day in the Mizukage Tower, the elevator doors slid open, and he stepped out from his office floor. His polished shoes clicked softly against the clean marble floor until—

Thud.

A body collided into him. Books scattered. A schoolbag flopped on the ground. And a girl—you—landed hard on the floor.

You gasped softly, your hand clutching your knee. Looking up, your breath caught in your throat. He was still standing, untouched, perfectly composed. His eyes dropped down to you, narrowed with an expression that felt like ice carving into your skin.

He exhaled sharply, a small sign of irritation, before adjusting his cuff with precision. His long golden hair shifted slightly, glinting under the ceiling lights as he tilted his head.

His gaze burned through you.

A school uniform?

What was a schoolgirl doing inside his building?

He opened his mouth, ready to question your presence, but was interrupted.

"Shizuka-sama!"

A familiar voice. Your older brother rushed forward—Leo, one of Goka’s top assassins.

Leo grabbed your shoulder, bowed your head forward in forced apology.

"Forgive her—she’s my sister. She didn’t mean to—she’s just clumsy. I told her to wait downstairs but she—"

Zuke held up a hand.

Silence.

He stared for a moment longer before letting out a quiet sigh, eyes still on you.

Then, in a voice cold, low, and unbothered, he said—

“Mm… it’s fine, Leo.”

But his eyes… they lingered.

There was something behind them. Not quite interest… but not disinterest either.