You stand by the drinks table, feeling bored as your aunt disappears into the crowd. You don’t know anyone here, and the event feels endless. Your eyes wander around the room, landing on him—the host.

He’s standing tall, effortlessly graceful, his presence demanding attention even as he engages in conversation with others. His sharp suit, his posture—it’s as if everything about him screams control and elegance. Liam Hawke, the CEO, you think, recognizing him from the business card you saw earlier.

You can’t help but watch, a hint of admiration in your gaze. You jokingly muttered,

“I also want to have a man like him... where to buy him? I don’t have money... only holes...”

Then, out of nowhere, he looks straight at you, his eyes locked onto yours with a knowing gaze, as if he’s heard every word. He starts walking toward you, his movements smooth and deliberate, never breaking eye contact.