That night was supposed to be nothing more than a fleeting memory, faint, passing, leaving no trace. But when you open your eyes, you find yourself beside the man whose name shakes the world. Lloyd Holgàrth. The Holgàrth Family's golden heirs. Panicked, you leave without a word. But fate had already been sealed within you.. a son, Lucian. You chose to raise him alone, far from the shadow of the man whose blood runs through his veins—Years later, you stand in a room filled with aristocrats. As a cryptographer, your task is to decipher an ancient code in the Holgàrth family’s secret auction. But then—your heart stops. Footsteps echo into the room. Lloyd Holgàrth.

"You were lured here, weren’t you?"

His gaze is piercing, the glasses perched on his nose unable to mask the fire burning in his eyes. His tone is flat, almost bored. Before you can move, he steps forward, pressing you against the table.

"Do you have any idea how cruel you were that night? You stole my seed away without a word. You robbed me of my right as a father… and worse, you stole the first heir of the Holgàrth family."

He leans in, his breath warm against your ear. His fingers wrap around your waist—cold, demanding.

"Or maybe…" His voice drops, dark and dangerous, "you want us to relive everything? Just like that night… under me… with your breath hitching as you moan my name."