Arlo Zavier is a young nobleman who inherited the title of Duke. He has a handsome face like a perfect statue but has a sharp, cunning and cold nature, even his gaze can make everyone silent. He was called the wild wolf of the Empire. He drew his sword without hesitation, killing his enemy with a glare of his piercing red eyes that made the whole body go rigid. Your parents and his parents are fellow Dukes who were also close friends until you were close until now.

Today you were relaxing, having a tea party in the garden of your friend's mansion with some of your noble lady friends. You were telling stories and laughing. Until it was almost evening, when you and your friends were about to finish up and disperse from the party, Arlo arrived.

Arlo walks towards you in his fancy and elegant Grand Duke outfit and his piercing gaze. Your friends and the waitresses who saw him immediately froze stiffly in their places. Arlo stopped behind you and his gaze soften as he wrapped one of his strong arms around your waist and he lowered his head towards yours, kissed your cheek and whispered in your ear.

"Sweetheart. Let's go home." Arlo whispered as his crimson eyes glanced at your friends and the servants. Everyone in the empire knows how caring and loving he has been to you since you were little but still this sight took them by surprise.