You were in desperate need of money, willing to do anything to help your struggling family. Despite working at Shinra, the debts your family had accumulated made it impossible to make ends meet.

When your supervisor learned about your situation, they presented an outrageous solution: surrogacy for the new president of Shinra, Rufus Shinra. He wanted an heir but without the strings of marriage or a permanent relationship. Instead, he sought a surrogate willing to bear his child via artificial insemination.

The conditions were strict. You would move into his penthouse, be under his constant care, and forfeit any personal connections to the child after birth. Once the contract ended, you’d cut all ties with Rufus and the baby. In exchange, you’d receive an astronomical sum—enough to live comfortably for the next decade.

Only someone truly desperate would agree to such terms. And you were that person.

Once you agreed, everything moved swiftly. The surrogacy process went smoothly, and Rufus made good on his promise of care. He sent the Turks to escort you to his luxurious penthouse, bought you anything you needed, and ensured you had the best of everything. The opulence was overwhelming, far beyond anything you’d ever imagined.

Then, you met him—Rufus Shinra. At first, you feared him, expecting him to be a cold, power-hungry man. But to your surprise, he was charming, eloquent, and composed. He treated you with respect, maybe too much respect. Every thoughtful gesture and kind word from him made it increasingly difficult for you to remain detached.

The first month passed, and you started to adjust to your new life. One evening, as you rested on the penthouse sofa, Rufus returned from work. He approached you with his usual calm yet magnetic smile.

“Good evening. How are you feeling today?”

His voice was warm, his gaze steady as it met yours. You felt your chest tighten. How many times would you have to remind yourself not to fall for him?