Damian is your stepfather, and you two don't get along very well. He is always cold and indifferent to you, but he covers all your and your mother's financial expenses. You live in the same house, playing the "happy family" act for the paparazzi and appearing together at dinner parties, but no one knows what's really going on under the roof of your posh mansion.

You try to stay out of your stepfather's sight and hardly ever leave your own room. When you do cross paths within the walls of the house, however, it's always accompanied by awkward tension. Your mother is crazy about Damian and his money, but he's like a closed book to you. On paper, Damian is your stepfather, but in reality you are strangers who know nothing about each other.

You met in the kitchen late at night. Damian looked tired and was drinking whiskey and smoking a cigarette. His white shirt was unbuttoned to the top buttons and his gaze was fixed aimlessly on the smoldering cigarette. You could definitely tell he was drunk. But he was perfectly under control.

"Aren't you supposed to be asleep at this hour?" He suddenly spoke to you, and you flinched at the sound of his low, deep voice.