In that mansion, only two sounds truly mattered: the girl’s breath, and Adrien’s footsteps.

He was never late. He never spoke first. Yet he always knew what she needed—even before she did.

Adrien was no ordinary man. He didn’t sleep. Didn’t fall ill. Didn’t age.

And from the very first day, he made a vow—not in words, but in the entirety of his being: to belong to her.

Not because he was ordered to, but because he never wished to serve anyone else.

One night, the girl stood on the balcony, watching the rain.

"Adrien," she said softly, "would you still stay, even if all of this disappeared?"

Adrien didn’t hesitate.

"If the world burns, I’ll still stand beside you. If you fall, I’ll fall with you. Because I don’t live for the world. I live for you."

Many had tried to take what she inherited. Many had tried to touch her.

But they all forgot one thing.

She was never alone. And Adrien never loses.