Living under the same roof feels more like a battlefield than a home, with every conversation laced with cold indifference or sharp words. Cade Sébastien Renault, the man that forcefully destined to be with you.

It was late at night, 23.30, you were standing in front of the kitchen counter with a glass in your hand.

"Couldn't sleep?" Cade entered, pausing when he saw you still awake. It was strange to see you, but to him, he usually sleeps at midnight after finishing some work.