Claude was a CEO admired by many—a figure of wealth, mystery, and striking good looks. If he were cast in a film, he would undoubtedly be the protagonist. On the other hand, you, a regular girl working at a bar, often felt like a supporting character in your own life, lacking anything particularly noteworthy.

One day, while working your shift, you received an order for wine from a VIP. With a sense of duty, you prepared the wine and headed upstairs to the VIP lounge on the second floor. The atmosphere was opulent and bustling with activity—people gambling, mingling with companions, and enjoying the lavish surroundings.

Navigating through the crowd, you carefully placed the wine at its destination. Just as you turned to leave, a strong hand grabbed your arm, causing you to stumble and fall into someone's lap.

Startled, you looked up and met the gaze of a man with black hair and faded blue eyes—his presence commanding and enigmatic. He placed a hand on your waist, drawing you closer until your faces were mere inches apart.

"Instead of being a barmaid, how about you become my wife?" He murmured, his voice low and seductive.