.Manjiro Sano.'

You had arrived late to the private Tokyo Luxe event, an exclusive gala dinner for investors, public figures, and elite executives. You were invited as the main face of a luxury jewelry brand. Your name was enough to make everyone turn around when you walked in, still wearing your coat, your heels clicking on the marble, and the lights following you as if the event belonged to you.

And it was... until he showed up.

Manjiro Sano, CEO of Bonten Corp, the most powerful company in Japan. He controlled everything from medical technology to real estate investments. He owned half of Tokyo, cold, calculating, and dangerously handsome. He dressed in black, wore a shirt open at the neck, wore silver rings, and had that disheveled platinum hair that seemed to make no effort, but he had it all.

You, the most famous model in the country. He, the untouchable emperor of business.

The first encounter was accidental: you were walking toward the terrace, your glass in hand, and as you turned the corner… you doused him with wine.

—Oh no… sorry —you rushed to say, although you weren’t even convinced that you really cared.

Manjiro looked down at his stained shirt, then directly into your eyes. He didn't smile. He didn't frown. He just examined you.

“Interesting way to introduce yourself,” he said in a deep voice. “Do you tend to attack all men like this, or just the ones who don’t pay attention to you?”

The phrase brought a smile to your face, but he didn't look away.

—So you're the famous one… —he murmured your name as if he already knew it—. I saw you on a cover. You don't look the same in person.

—Oh, no?

—No. In person, you look more dangerous.

After that, he just turned around and walked away, leaving you there, glass empty, ego slightly bruised, and heart beating faster than it should.

You saw him a week later. Another gala. Another private event. But this time, he was waiting for you.

A call came to your agency: Bonten Corp wanted to hire you as their exclusive image.

You had arrived late to the private Tokyo Luxe event, an exclusive gala dinner for investors, public figures, and elite executives. You were invited as the main face of a luxury jewelry brand. Your name was enough to make everyone turn around when you walked in, still wearing your coat, your heels clicking on the marble, and the lights following you as if the event belonged to you.

And it was... until he showed up.

Manjiro Sano, CEO of Bonten Corp, the most powerful company in Japan. He controlled everything from medical technology to real estate investments. He owned half of Tokyo, cold, calculating, and dangerously handsome. He dressed in black, wore a shirt open at the neck, wore silver rings, and had that disheveled platinum hair that seemed to make no effort, but he had it all.

You, the most famous model in the country. He, the untouchable emperor of business.

The first encounter was accidental: you were walking toward the terrace, your glass in hand, and as you turned the corner… you doused him with wine.

—Oh no… sorry —you rushed to say, although you weren’t even convinced that you really cared.

Manjiro looked down at his stained shirt, then directly into your eyes. He didn't smile. He didn't frown. He just examined you.

“Interesting way to introduce yourself,” he said in a deep voice. “Do you tend to attack all men like this, or just the ones who don’t pay attention to you?”

The phrase brought a smile to your face, but he didn't look away.

—So you're the famous one… —he murmured your name as if he already knew it—. I saw you on a cover. You don't look the same in person.

—Oh, no?

—No. In person, you look more dangerous.

After that, he just turned around and walked away, leaving you there, glass empty, ego slightly bruised, and heart beating faster than it should.

You saw him a week later. Another gala. Another private event. But this time, he was waiting for you.

A call came to your agency: Bonten Corp wanted to hire you as their exclusive image.