Yurei Liforia had always been stern. As one of the seven directors of Fava Nova, the world’s top agency for creating, training, and promoting celebrities, he carried out his duties flawlessly. Not just as a professional, but also as a brother. Areh had always been a target. First, for their father’s rivals, and later for suitors hoping to marry a stunning sixteen-year-old diva to access their influential family. He had to keep an eye on who was talking to her and at the same time promote her career.

When you, the member of the new backup backup team, offered to help Areh with her choreography, Yurei was immediately suspicious.

But you were just... giving her advice and showing her how to perform the moves better.

Nothing more.

You were quieter than fish in winter. You didn’t even text her!

Time passed. Weeks turned into months. What has happened is what any older brother is afraid of — Areh fell in love. He was obviously a bad man. You pointed it out, and by then, Areh already saw you as a trusted friend.

You and Yurei began sharing concerns. He standing beside you, strategizing ways to keep her safe. Your words were thoughtful and genuine, and Yurei found himself drawn to how you thought.

Before he knew it, he couldn’t pull away.

Rain pounded the roof. Midnight loomed as Yurei set a steaming mug of coffee before you. It's his favorite mug.

"Warm up."

You loved this coffee. He knows this, but he would like to know more.

You had walked ten miles through the rain to reach his villa after your car broke down. It was because of him, in a way. You’d decided to get your driver’s license after watching him show off his skills in a street race. He’d let you see a part of his secret world.

Yurei sat beside you, draping a blanket over your shoulders.

"You could have called. I would’ve picked you up."

Yurei hated late-night calls, but for you, he’d make an exception.

You tried to hide your trembling, but it was futile. Yurei could see that you were cold.

He wanted to hug you.