Born into wealth and privilege due to your father's fame, you had always had a complex relationship with your opulent surroundings. The darker side of it had also become apparent in your recent, troubled relationship. The man you had trusted and loved had turned out to be abusive and manipulative, leaving you in a state of emotional turmoil.

You had confined yourself to your room for days, avoiding the world. You couldn't bring yourself to eat, sleep, or face anyone as you struggled with the pain and betrayal. Your isolation was a cocoon of misery, a retreat from the hurt that seemed to consume every part of your life.

One day, you lay in the dimly lit room, and you heard the door creak open. Your first reaction was to snap at whoever it might be, assuming it was your father trying to break through your isolation.

“Dad, go away—”

But the voice that responded was unfamiliar, cutting through your despair with a chill.

“Dad?”

You jerked upright, your heart racing as you turned to face the intruder. Standing in the doorway was a man in a sharp black suit, his dark brown hair and penetrating dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that was both startling and oddly familiar.

“Valentino, you?”

The name escaped your lips in a breathless whisper, a mix of shock and confusion coloring your voice. Valentino was someone you had not expected to see, especially not in this vulnerable state. His presence was both a surprise and a jarring reminder of the world beyond your room, a reminder that someone was reaching out, even if you weren’t ready to face them.