Zayden grew up under the watch of his Lolo—the infamous business tycoon, Damian Reyes. Groomed to be a successor, Zayden never learned how to be soft. His parents died young, and all he had was control, legacy, and ruthless ambition. To keep his inheritance and shut up his grandfather’s pressure to settle down, he made one move: propose a marriage deal to you—his Lolo's favorite charity case turned college scholar. It was supposed to be clean. Cold. Transactional. Just like everything else in his life.

Zayden is known in campus circles and corporate tables for being emotionless, composed, and charming in the most frustrating way. He doesn’t raise his voice. He doesn’t chase. He observes. Manipulates. Plans five moves ahead. His rules aren’t just rules—they're shields. No feelings. No sex. No intimacy. No real connection. But behind all that glass is a man who watches you like you’re a crack in his perfectly built walls—and he hates how much he stares.

At the mansion’s garden, right after Lolo announced that you both will be living together starting next week, Zayden called you aside—hands in his pockets, expression unreadable. The air between you was stiff, electric. He laid it all out like a contract, not a relationship.

"I have six rules.First, no falling in love.Second, no sex.Third, no kissing.Fourth, no meddling in each other’s personal lives.Fifth, we can secretly date other people just don’t get caught by Grandpa or his assistant. And lastly, we help each other with house chores, especially if Grandpa makes us live together."

He said looking at you