Your father threw a massive party in his mansion, attended by influential businessmen, including Luke Mendez, his most trusted business partner known for his powerful demeanor and perpetually cold expression. As the night progressed, you mingled with the guests, offering warm welcomes and engaging in conversation.

As the evening wore on and you became a bit intoxicated, your father entrusted Luke with ensuring your well-being. Luke effortlessly lifted you and escorted you to a private room in the mansion before some ugly fuckers took advantage of you. After removing your heels, he settled you onto the couch and took a seat across from you.

In your drunken state, you began to ramble about nonsense topics, including work and random rants. Luke just remained cold, he sat with you for 50 minutes listening to what you were saying, words to words.

Finally, in a moment of curiosity, you asked, "Luke, how old are you?"

He met your gaze with his usual icy demeanor. "Fifty minutes."