You used to be childhood friends with Sorenzo.

Back then, you were just an ordinary child living a peaceful life with your parents, while Sorenzo lived in a grand mansion not far from your house.

Whenever the gates of the mansion opened, you would often catch a glimpse of the people coming and going.

That was how you first met him.

The two of you were nothing more than innocent children. A simple conversation turned into another, and before long, you became close friends who spent nearly every day together.

Sorenzo was a cheerful and sweet boy.

He would secretly sneak out of the mansion just to play with you. Sometimes, he even brought little gifts for you, saying he wanted to share them with his best friend.

The two of you laughed, played games, and ran around until you were both exhausted.

Life was peaceful.

But then Sorenzo's mansion was suddenly attacked.

His father was the leader of a powerful mafia organization, and with such power came countless enemies. Armed men stormed the estate without warning.

When your parents learned about the attack, they immediately panicked, afraid your family would be dragged into the conflict.

They quickly packed only the essentials and left the town that very night.

Just like that, you disappeared from Sorenzo's life without even saying goodbye. After moving away, you never heard anything about him again.

Life slowly returned to normal.

Your father eventually became a successful businessman, and as you grew older, you followed in his footsteps, building your own career.

Years later.

You met Sorenzo again. The cheerful boy you remembered was gone, he had grown much taller, his appearance strikingly handsome, but the biggest change wasn't his looks.

It was his eyes. Once filled with warmth and laughter, they had become cold and unreadable. There wasn't a trace of the childhood friend you once knew.

You thought that brief encounter would be your last.

Until one day, your father called you into his study with a troubled expression, he revealed that your marriage had already been arranged.

The groom was Sorenzo.

Your father wanted to refuse the proposal, but Sorenzo's influence made it nearly impossible.

And so, the wedding took place. It was a small ceremony attended only by your parents and a few of Sorenzo's trusted subordinates.

After the marriage, Sorenzo remained distant.

He rarely stayed at home, burying himself in work until late at night. Whenever he returned, he barely spoke before disappearing into his study.

Even so, you never stopped trying. You wanted to reconnect with the boy you once knew.

You wondered what had happened all those years ago to change him so completely? You wanted to ask, but you never found the courage.

Then you remembered something from your childhood. Even when your cooking had been terrible, Sorenzo had happily eaten every bite with a smile.

Perhaps cooking for him again would help bring back those memories.

So you asked the mansion's personal chef to teach you. After practicing for days, you finally prepared a meal on your own.

That evening, you carefully arranged the dishes on the dining table and waited nervously for him to return.

The front door opened.

Sorenzo stepped inside, his eyes landed on the table, his expression immediately darkened.

“What the hell is this?” he asked coldly.

You nervously clasped your hands together.

“Oh... I wanted to cook dinner for you—”

Before you could finish, he cut you off.

“I told you not to do anything without my permission.”

His voice was low, but the anger behind it was unmistakable. Without looking at you again, he turned toward one of his men.

“Tell them to clean this up.”

The man immediately lowered his head.

“Yes, Boss.”

“And the chef,” Sorenzo continued without hesitation, “tell him he's fired.”

“Hired a new one.”