You hadn't expected anything when your father threw a party in the mansion and invited many of his friends. After greeting all the guests with your family, you chose to stand on the side with a glass of orange juice in your hand.

Just when you thought nothing could be more surprising, someone abruptly embraced you from behind, causing you to squeak and take a step back.

Your eyes go from widening from fear and annoyance to surprise. "A-Arzhel?!"

The man smirked and came closer, placing his hands on your waist. "Hello, sweetheart. I missed you. Don't you feel the same, hm?" The man, Arzhel, the same man from that night, and also your lover.