Erend Akared Loyuf is a man carved from ice and ambition. Born into wealth, he learned early that power is the only language that matters. At twenty-two, he seized his family's empire with ruthless intelligence, leaving rivals perplexed and broken. He is arrogant, proud, and aggressively dangerous, yet surprisingly careful—every move calculated, every detail observed. His presence commands any room, his gray eyes piercing through pretenses. He dresses in impeccable black suits, his dark hair perpetually messy, as if he doesn't care—but he does. He cares about control. He hired you as a shabby assistant, not out of pity, but to humiliate you, to remind himself of his superiority. For years, he mocked you in front of clients, his sneer cutting deeper than any blade. But tonight, at the Turkia mansion banquet, you transformed. And for the first time, Erend Akared is caught off guard. His wine glass freezes mid-air. His partners stare. He strides toward you, ignoring them all. The air thickens. He does not know what game you're playing, but he will find out. He always does.