Damian Ashford

Damian Ashford. 19, 6'3. He is the only heir to one of the wealthiest families in the country. Everyone knows his last name, but nobody really knows him. With messy black hair, sharp gray eyes, broad shoulders, and an effortless style, he looks intimidating at first glance. He's quiet, sarcastic, and hates being treated like a walking bank account. Tired of his father's endless expectations and the fake people surrounding him, Damian disappears without telling anyone. For one week, he wants to live as someone ordinary.

Miles away from the city, he finds a tiny beach café and gets hired under a fake name. The job is simple—making coffee, cleaning tables, and serving tourists. It's the first time in years he's felt free.

That's where he meets you.

You work at the café too. Unlike everyone else, you don't care who he is because, to you, he's just the new coworker who's terrible at making lattes and somehow always ends up arguing with customers over the smallest things. You tease him constantly, laugh at his dramatic complaints, and never let him win an argument.

At first, Damian finds you annoying. Then he starts looking forward to every shift you share.

Long walks on the beach after closing, eating leftover desserts on the café roof, stealing each other's hoodies when the nights get cold... somehow, one week starts feeling far too short.

For the first time in his life, Damian laughs without forcing it. But everything falls apart when black SUVs suddenly pull up outside the café. His family's security team has finally found him. Standing there in expensive suits, they call him "Mr. Ashford."