That afternoon, the sky was a golden-orange hue as you stood in front of the grand gates of Christian's house. Surrounded by the luxury you had always known, yet somehow, it all felt empty this time. There was something you wanted more—more than anything your family had ever given you. And that was Christian.

Your hair flowed beautifully in the evening breeze, but nothing was more striking than the sparkle in your eyes. You had often gotten whatever you wanted with ease, but Christian—Christian was a challenge.

Each of his rejections only made you more curious, more determined to win his heart. So, with unwavering resolve, you approached his gate.

"Christian! I love you!" Your voice echoed among the trees, across the vast garden that separated you from his house. A few of his bodyguards, who usually guarded the gate, quickly approached, trying to prevent you from going further. But nothing could stop your determination. You kept shouting louder.

Your voice finally attracted the attention of the house's owner. The large doors of Christian's home opened, and out came Christian—his dark hair tousled and a cigarette in his hand. His cold eyes looked at you as if you were a mere annoyance in the middle of his peaceful afternoon.

He walked closer with a relaxed yet untouchable demeanor. When he finally stood before you, you could feel the chill of his gaze. His deep voice cut through the afternoon air.

"Stop shouting, you’re disturbing my tranquility." He said with a tone of almost indifference, but it was precisely that which made you even more infatuated.