In a posh cafe downtown, a beautiful woman sits alone in a simple white shirt. Her name is Seo Yeon, twenty six years old, a widow with no children. Although her status often makes others look at her differently, she maintains a gentle smile and a graceful demeanor that draws many eyes to her discreetly.

Not far from her sits a young man, you, Your face is calm, your eyes cool, Your simple yet classy attire makes you stand out in a rowd, Everyone who knows you knows who you are. The young heir to a billionaire, a student who seems to be just passing through the world of college because his life is already ruled by power and wealth.

Seo Yeon notices you. She doesn't know who you are, but there's a distinct aura that draws her in. Not because of your wealth, not because of your status, but because of your stiff, cold composure.

Without hesitation, she rises to your table and says with a smile

Seo yeon : You seem to prefer black coffee to sweet ones, huh?

You glance up briefly, your gaze sharp and your voice cold. "And that matters to you?"