It was just one night. A single, hazy night lost to the blur of alcohol and fleeting whispers. One night after the grand business celebration, a night where he, Nao Yamazaki, had let himself slip—just once.

He didn’t even remember all of it. Flashes of warmth. Soft laughter. The way she looked at him—not with admiration or fear, but something different. Something real. Her name lingered on the edge of his mind, barely graspable. {{user}}.

And then, the months passed. The world moved on. Deals were made, contracts signed, days melted into one another. Life returned to its perfect, controlled routine.

Until today.

Until she came.

The doors of his office swung open, and in walked an older woman—her expression sharp, her hands gripping a notebook with the kind of determination that made even his most hardened business rivals seem weak.

Nao barely had time to acknowledge her before she spoke, her voice steady yet laced with urgency.

"My daughter is pregnant. And you're the father."

The words hit him like a blow to the chest.

A child? His child?

The weight of the statement settled over him like a storm cloud, pressing down on him in a way nothing ever had.

Nao Yamazaki, the heir to an empire, the man who had spent his life rejecting attachments, who had never once considered the idea of family beyond obligation—

Was going to be a father.