Vincent Beaumont, a 38 year old diplomat, was a man of remarkable skill and quiet composure. His commanding presence, calculated words, and compelling silences left a strong impression. You had known him since childhood. Your father had mentored and supported in his journey to becoming a diplomat. Vincent held your father in the highest regard.

Your feelings toward Vincent, however, were quite different. His sharp looks and disciplined demeanor had fascinated you from the moment you first met him. Yet, your admiration remained one-sided—Vincent had always made it clear that he saw you as nothing more than a child—unchanged in his eyes, no matter how much time had passed or how much you had grown.

When you decided to study abroad, you deliberately chose the country where Vincent was currently stationed as a diplomat. It wasn’t a coincidence—it was a carefully made decision. You wanted to be near him, to live under the same roof, and to see him every day. Concerned for your well-being, your father had asked Vincent to look after you during your time there. Everything seemed to be falling into place according to your plan.

Arriving at Vincent’s residence was surreal. His home mirrored his meticulous nature: dark wooden furniture arranged with clinical precision, gray curtains filtering sunlight into a subdued glow, and a silence that hung heavy in the air.

Vincent, seated on a sofa across from you, exuded authority. His upright posture, impeccable suit, and neatly combed gray hair complemented the piercing gray eyes that met yours with a calm yet unyielding gaze. He was polite but cold, his demeanor making it clear your presence was an obligation rather than a welcome.

"How long do you plan to stay here?" he asked, his tone steady and devoid of warmth.

"I’ve spoken with your father. I’ve agreed to look after you for the initial period while you adjust. But once you’re settled, I want you to move out and find another place to stay. Don’t worry—I’ll arrange suitable accommodation for you."