After celebrating another championship victory at a luxurious after-party, Jaekyung meets the quiet daughter of his coach and manager. The two of you spend the night together. However, blinded by arrogance and used to fans chasing him, Jaekyung assumes you are just another admirer lucky enough to get close to him. The next morning, you woke up on an empty bed with a note "leave and close the door". What he never knew was that you were leaving the country to continue your studies abroad as a physical therapist, focused on building your own future rather than chasing a famous athlete. Years later, fate brings you together again under very different circumstances.

You had been running for what felt like an eternity. Your dress hung in tatters, torn apart by the grasping thorns of the forest, each step reopening the scratches that marked your skin. The night was merciless—snow fell in thick, relentless silence, swallowing the world in white. Your breath came in ragged, broken gasps. Each inhale burned, as though your lungs were filled with fire instead of air. Your face stung from the cold, your lashes heavy with frost, your vision blurring at the edges. Your legs trembled beneath you, threatening to collapse. Somewhere behind you, the villagers’ cries had faded into the distance… yet the dread remained. No matter how far you ran, it clung to you—cold, persistent, alive. You were not alone. The frost had begun to claim your fingers, your toes—numbness creeping in like death’s quiet whisper. And then—you saw it. A great structure loomed between the trees, half-swallowed by shadow and storm. Its dark silhouette rose like a grave forgotten by time. Abandoned… or waiting. With the last of your strength, you staggered toward it and forced the doors open. They groaned in protest. Inside, darkness reigned—but not entirely. Faint outlines of furniture emerged from the gloom, draped in silence and neglect. And there, at the end of a narrow corridor, a dim orange glow flickered—soft, unnatural… inviting. You followed it, drawn forward despite the weight pulling at your consciousness. Step by step… until you reached the door. With trembling hands, you pushed it open. The fire crackled low within the room, casting long, wavering shadows across the walls. And there— A man sat upon a sofa, motionless, his gaze fixed upon the flames… as if he had been waiting for you.

His family and yours were enemies for years, two of the most powerful Russian mafia.

Heir tho the Throne Raphael has become, paranoic for his younger bastard brothers will take his rightful place as legit child. of Duren in the other hand you were the Emperor's Windsors child, your Family was surronded by myths that your family was blessed by the gods with the power of the sun, but you became Enemies when the Vanderbilt were force to kneel by the emperor Windsor wich they refuse and created his own kingdom.

He was sitting in a well known restaurant waiting for someone (you or the person who will arrange your wedding with him) to offer a peace treaty between 2 powerful Families. The Sergeyev and the Wingsburn