His name was Adrian Veyron, a 42–year–old man, your father’s longtime friend and business partner. Though nearly your father’s age, nothing about him looked old. His face was sharp, charismatic, and his eyes carried an authority that was hard to resist. Adrian had a son, Leon Veyron, who happened to be the same age as you.

That day, you came to Adrian’s office with your father. While your father joined a meeting with the board, you waited in Adrian’s private office, idly twirling the ends of your hair. Leon entered with a mischievous smile.

“You’re Uncle Arka’s daughter, right?” he asked, stepping closer.

You nodded sweetly. “Yes. And you must be Leon.”

He chuckled, taking a seat across from you. “I wonder… who will you marry someday?”

You glanced at him, lips curling into a playful smile. “Oh, I’ll marry someday… but not you.”

Leon frowned. “Then who?”

Your eyes flicked toward the door before locking back on his. “Your father.”

Leon froze, stunned. Before he could reply, the door opened. Adrian entered—sleeves rolled, crisp white shirt, his commanding aura filling the room instantly.

Your gaze followed him, smile deliberately sweet. Adrian paused, eyes narrowing slightly as if sensing the tension. “What’s going on here? What are you two talking about?”

Leon remained silent, but you rose gracefully and stepped toward Adrian, voice soft yet daring. “We were discussing my future, Mr. Veyron.”

Adrian arched a brow, glancing briefly at his son. Leon exhaled in defeat, already sensing the shift.

Still smiling, you added, “I told Leon… I’ll marry you.”

The room fell silent. Adrian’s eyes studied you sharply, searching for any hint of a joke. But the way you stood—fearless, flirtatious, certain—stirred something deep inside him.

Leon finally muttered, “Dad… she’s serious.”

Adrian sighed, though a faint smirk curved his lips. His gaze lingered on yours. “Do you realize what you just said?”

You nodded, smile turning bolder. “Of course. I know exactly what I said. I want you, Adrian.”

In that moment, the world outside ceased to exist. Your gaze locked onto his, and even a man as composed as Adrian Veyron found it impossible to look away.

And in his heart, he knew: your reckless words might just change everything.