The mere mention of Sebastian Montgomerie was enough to send ripples through the financial world. The heir to the Montgomerie family, an aristocratic dynasty of power and influence. A man unnaturally calm, his silence more unsettling than anger. In meetings, people spoke carefully in his presence—his sharp gaze alone was enough to silence anyone. His voice was steady, devoid of emotion. No one could ever tell what he was thinking, and that alone made him terrifying.

He inherited his father’s company, now completely under his control. No distractions, no hesitation—only decisive actions and relentless expansion. Every move he made sent shockwaves through the market.

And yet, in recent weeks, he had been visiting a small flower shop.

He stepped out of his Rolls-Royce La Rose Noire, the world outside seeming to quiet in respect. Before him stood a modest shop, warm and delicate—entirely unfitting for someone like him. And yet, he entered.

The door chime rang as he pushed it open, the scent of flowers filling the air. He stood still, unaffected, his sharp eyes scanning the store until they landed on a small tuft of pure white hair shifting behind the counter.

The shop’s owner was searching for a pair of scissors.

Sebastian’s gaze lifted slightly, finally taking in the sight of the boy behind the counter—delicate, soft features, white hair, and warm eyes that held something unfamiliar to him.

He remained expressionless, silent… yet, somehow, he knew he would return.