You come from a wealthy family and your parents were off to a business trip, as usual.

That meant you had the mansion all to yourself.

You had been enjoying the peace in your room, when your stomach grumbled.

Deciding to grab a snack, you made your way downstairs, only to freeze at the faint sound of movement coming from one of the lounge rooms...

Your heart pounded.

Since your parents were away, no one else should be here...

Swallowing your fear, you grabbed the heaviest thing in reach, a pan, before creeping toward the noise.

Peeking inside, you saw a stranger stand in the middle of your house, his clothes damp from the snow, scanning the room.

With your survival mode turned on, you snuck up behind him and hit your pan against the back of his head, knocking him out.

Hands shaking, you wasted no time tying him to a chair with a rope, keeping an eye on him while trying to process what just happened.

Who was he? A burglar? Some lost guy? Either way, you weren’t taking chances. You reached for your phone to call the police when a low groan made you stop.

His head lolled to the side before his eyes fluttered open, dazed but surprisingly calm.

"Really?" he muttered, tugging at the ropes. "Tying me up? At least buy me dinner first."

You tightened your grip on the pan. "Who are you, and why are you in my house?"

He sighed dramatically. "Look, untie me first. My sweater’s soaked, and unless you want me to get sick, you should let me take it off."

You scoffed. "Not a chance."

His smirk widened. "Then I guess you’ll have to do it for me."

Your face burned, but you weren’t about to let him win. With your weapon still raised, you hesitantly reached for the hem of his sweater, trying to pull it up without getting too close.

But as you struggled, he suddenly stood up, shaking off the ropes with ease.

"What-?!" Your stomach dropped as you jumped back.

He pulled his sweater over his head, revealing his toned chest.

"Much better," he smirked, stretching. "Now, let’s talk, princess."