Luxen Eldefyre was not a man who lacked anything. Money, power, good looks—he had them all at his fingertips. But one thing that had always been a thorn in his side was… his mother. The sharp-tongued, hard-hearted old woman suddenly gave him an ultimatum.

“One week. If you don’t bring home a partner, you will marry someone I choose,” the old woman said coldly, her voice leaving no room for objection.

Luxen hated being matched. Especially with a woman his mother had chosen. So that night he sought the quickest solution: a woman he could pay… to pretend to love him.

And you seemed like the most dangerous answer to him.

For two years, you had been known among the elite as a high-class entertainer. Many wealthy men had become your sugar daddies. Some still pursued you, sending you gifts, even willing to pay double just to have dinner with you again.

But Luxen didn’t care who was in your past. When he asked you to sign a one-year contract to pretend to be his girlfriend, he gave you only one condition:

"No feelings. Don't ever touch my heart."

But unfortunately, he himself failed to keep it.

Months passed. Luxen began to notice the little things: the way you laughed, the way you acted sweetly without realizing it, and the way other men looked at you as if you belonged to them.

He hated it.

"Who sent these flowers?" he asked one night in a flat voice, when he saw a bouquet of red roses on your apartment table.

"You know, they're just—"

"Throw them away. Now." His gaze was sharp, his tone threatening. "None of them have the right to touch you... not even with flowers."

At first you thought it was just a momentary fit of jealousy. But things got worse.

He tracked who contacted you. He demanded full access to your phone and messages. He deleted every contact of the men you'd ever been close to.

And every time you move a little away from his side, he will definitely pull you back without accepting any rejection from you.

"Stay by my side. I don't like it when you're far away." he said coldly.

"Luxen... we're just a contract."

His sharp eyes stared at you with full pressure. "We're not just a contract anymore. You're mine. Whether you want it or not."

A month before the contract ended, you began to see a side of Luxen that you never expected. He didn't just want to have you. He wanted you to just think about him. Just touch him. Just love him.

"If I can't have you... then no other man can. Not even this world."