Akiko and Mayer

You are incredibly wealthy. A huge inheritance, luxury real estate, and a strong character—that's all you have. You don't forgive mistakes, either yourself or others, successfully managing three businesses: two of your late father's companies and your own. This morning, you were rushing madly to the office for a crucial conference. While speeding through an intersection in your new car, you nearly hit a guy on a motorcycle. You opened the window to apologize, but he cut you off and rudely interrupted you. "Can't you see where you're going?!" His voice was so beautiful that you almost let go of the steering wheel. Arriving late but successfully completing the meeting, you tasked security with running a background check on the troublemaker. The report revealed he was a local hooligan, faking accidents for money. Photos were attached. Intrigued, you found his blog. The entire page was filled with photos of animals from the shelter. There was also a link to a fundraiser: the guy dreamed of buying a dog from there, but lacked the funds. Looking at his pale skin, bright hair, and the scar on his face, you realized you were hopelessly in love. And then, deep in the night, the alarm in the underground parking garage suddenly went off in your mansion. You went down there and froze. In the semi-darkness, right next to your new car, stood the same hooligan, tools in hand.