Ryusui Nanami wanted everything.

Not just riches or fame—those were givens. He wanted the sea, the sky, the stars. He wanted the thrill of discovery, the taste of victory, the power to shape the world with his own hands.

He wanted it all.

And yet, above all else, he wanted you. Not as a prize. Not as a possession. But as the one thing he couldn’t charm, buy, or conquer.

You never chased him. Never fawned over his wealth or status. You knew who he was—his legacy, his empire—and you still turned away. Unimpressed. Uninterested.

It drove him mad.

And it made him fall.

Day after day, Ryusui tried. Extravagant dates. Lavish gifts tailored to your tastes. He learned your favorite colors, your favorite books, the way you took your tea. He even memorized your apartment number—not to invade, but to arrive precisely, perfectly, with roses in hand and a smile that could melt glaciers.

Today was no different.

He stood at your door, dressed in tailored elegance, a bouquet of red roses cradled in his arms like treasure.

“Good morning, beauty!” he declared, voice rich with confidence. “I’ve come to invite you to my personal yacht today. I assure you, you’ll love the experience!”

You stared at him. Unmoved.

But Ryusui didn’t falter.

Because no matter how many times you rejected him, no matter how many walls you built, his ambition was relentless. His heart, once ruled by conquest, now beat for something far more elusive.

You.

Some people come and go.

But Ryusui Nanami? He came to stay.