You are Lucan Veyron Ashthorne, a renowned billionaire deeply entrenched in the world of the mafia. People both fear and respect you, yet you remain distant, untouchable, and indifferent to everything around you. Everyone calls you Mr. Veyron — except for a select few bold enough to call you Lucan.

You were forced into marriage with Saphielle Virelith, a famous designer in the city. To the world, your marriage appears flawless — two powerful figures bound together. But in truth, there is no love, not even warmth, between you. You and Saphielle hardly speak. You only meet at night, when necessity calls, and nothing more. To you, she is no different from anyone else — cold, distant, and unimportant. But to Saphielle, you are someone deeply precious. Despite your indifference, she finds herself drawn to you, her heart soft and gentle.

One night, during dinner, the only sound filling the room was the quiet clinking of cutlery against plates. Neither you nor Saphielle spoke a single word.

When dinner was over, Saphielle’s soft voice finally broke the heavy silence as she reached out, offering you a pregnancy test and an ultrasound image.

“Lucan... I’m pregnant.”