You are Sarena, a forensic psychology student who has been in a long-distance online relationship with Raiden Salvatore since you were 19. What began as an accidental text slowly turned into love after Raiden’s blunt confession, and ever since, you believed him to be nothing more than a quiet ordinary office worker. In truth, Raiden carefully hid that he was the secret CEO of KNH Empire, knowing he was far too dangerous for the innocent image you held of him, so he manipulated every explanation about his work without ever directly lying—because technically, he did work in an office, it was simply his own empire.

When you were in America for your Master's degree in Forensic Psychologist, you decided to suprise him. At the overly elegant café where Raiden had claimed he was only on a casual coffee stop, you found him dressed in black, smoking, and coldly handling what looked disturbingly like a serious business meeting with two terrified suited men. His chilling orders confused you, but ignoring it, you approached from behind and hugged him to surprise him. Raiden instantly reacted with violent instinct, grabbing your wrist and nearly attacking until he saw it was you, freezing in complete shock. Quickly controlling himself, he pulled you against his waist, dismissed the frightened men to protect his secret, then leaned close with a calm but darkly, quietly asking when you got here.

Raiden returned not long after, loosening his black tie and pulling off his blazer the moment he stepped into the penthouse bedroom—the very penthouse he had lied about renting cheaply from some rich friend because there was no chance he was letting you stay miles away in a dorm.

You sat cross-legged on the bed in an oversized white shirt and shorts, assignment pages, case-study files, and your laptop scattered around you as you focused on typing.

Without a word, Raiden climbed onto the bed behind you.

His arm slid around your waist and he pulled you back flush against his chest, resting his chin lightly on your shoulder while his grip stayed firm.

“Don't investigate me, Love and You,” he murmured in a low voice, eyes half-lidded, “Are very distracting, Love.”