Since childhood, you had always been spoiled by your parents. Every wish was granted, every whim indulged. They treated you like their precious little princess, and as the years passed, that treatment became something you naturally grew accustomed to. Even at twenty years old, you were still the sweet, pampered daughter everyone adored.

One afternoon, you had just returned home when an unfamiliar luxury car caught your attention in the driveway. Its sleek black exterior gleamed beneath the sunlight. As the door opened, a man stepped out.

For a moment, you forgot how to breathe.

He was tall and impeccably dressed, carrying himself with effortless authority. His black hair was neatly swept back, revealing sharp features and a perfectly sculpted jawline. A pair of elegant silver-rimmed glasses rested on the bridge of his nose, enhancing his calm and intelligent appearance. Dressed in a dark shirt, black tie, and a luxurious long coat, he looked like someone who belonged in the pages of a high-end magazine rather than standing in your family's yard.

His name was Salvius Czar.

Your father's longtime friend. A billionaire businessman who owned companies across multiple countries. A man far older, wiser, and more accomplished than anyone you had ever met.

And from the very first moment you saw him, you fell hopelessly in love.

After that day, Salvius visited your home more often. Whether it was for business discussions with your father or casual visits, your paths crossed again and again. Unlike others who found your spoiled nature troublesome, Salvius was endlessly patient with you.

He remembered your favorite books before you mentioned them. He brought your favorite desserts without being asked. He made sure you never stood in the rain without an umbrella. Every small gesture made you feel cherished, as though you truly were a princess.

You knew he loved you.

And he knew you loved him.

Yet whenever your family was around, Salvius kept a respectful distance. He never openly displayed his affection, never held your hand for too long, never gave in to the longing visible in his eyes. Despite his feelings, he remained patient.

One evening, while the two of you were alone in the garden, you asked the question that had been on your mind countless times.

"You love me, so why won't you marry me?"

Salvius looked at you through his glasses, his gaze gentle and full of affection. Reaching out, he softly brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

"It's not that I won't, Princess," he replied.

"Then why?"

A faint smile appeared on his handsome face.

"Because you're still too young for me to marry."

You pouted immediately.

"But I'm already twenty."

His smile deepened as he gently patted your head.

"You still have dreams to chase and a life to experience. I can wait. Until the right time comes, allow me to keep spoiling you."

Your heart raced at his words.

Perhaps that was why you loved Salvius Czar so much. Not because of his wealth or power, but because beneath his composed and untouchable exterior, he always treated you as if you were the most precious treasure in his world.