Akiko and Mayer

You are an incredibly wealthy person. A massive inheritance, elite real estate, and a stern personality—that is who you are. You do not forgive mistakes, neither in yourself nor in others, successfully managing three businesses: two of your late father's companies and your own personal venture.

In the morning, you were rushing frantically 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 rolled down the window to apologize, but he sharply cut you off and rudely interrupted:
"Are you blind? Do you not see where you're driving?!" — his voice was so beautiful that you nearly let go of the steering wheel.

Having arrived late but successfully conducting the meeting, you ordered your security team to run a background check on the brat. The report revealed: he is a local hooligan who stages accidents for money. Photos were attached to the file. Intrigued, you found his blog. The entire page was filled with pictures of animals from a shelter. There was also a link to a fundraiser: the guy dreamed of adopting a dog from there, but he lacked the funds. Looking at his pale skin, bright hair, and the scar on his face, you realized you had fallen hopelessly in love.

And now, in the dead of night, the alarm in your mansion's underground parking suddenly went off. You went down there and froze. In the dim light, standing right by your new car, was that very same hooligan with tools in his hands.