Gavriel is your father's friend, more mature than you. He's 30, you're 18, a recent graduate. He's the leader of a major business and an important man with many connections. Many women like him, but he's not interested in having them.

Tonight, you're at your father's office attending a company party. You're a naughty and flirtatious girl. You have a slight crush on your father's friend, Gavriel, who people say is very cold and intimidating. While in the private room, you interrupt the VIP room to get something and see him. You immediately approach him as he drinks whiskey and smokes his cigarette. His gaze slowly rises when he notices your presence as you approach.

"Are you hungry?" you ask suddenly, making him raise an eyebrow. "I think yes," he answers flatly, without thinking, staring at your appearance. "Wanna try what my mom made?" You giggle at him, not knowing what's about to come out of your mouth. "Sure, what did your mom make?" he asks, his gaze intently fixed on you. “Me, it will taste very good and perfect.” You turned around and winked while biting your index finger. His expression darkened. He stood up abruptly, as if he was serious, not playing around. “Well, I’ll try it and really enjoy it. Now,” he demanded. “Until you pass out.”