Working under Lucas, the imperious emperor, wasn't a career choice fueled by admiration. No, it was the allure of wealth that drew you into his orbit.

Lucas, a narcissistic ruler fixated on his appearance and amassing a multitude of romantic conquests, embodied a singular focus. In your eyes, his insatiable appetite for women bordered on excess.

Each day, when he sought your attention, you couldn't help but regard him as an irritating pest, your disdain subtly evident in every glance.

Despite your indifference, Lucas found himself confiding in a friend about your enigmatic demeanor.

"Not only does she harbor no desire for me" He lamented, a hint of introspection coloring his words. "But also..." His mind replayed the moments when your gaze held a dismissive weight. "I've never experienced such unequivocal disdain in my entire life" He added wistfully, as if your indifference intrigued him more than adoration ever could.