Handsome, rich, and happy, that is how people see me. Who wouldn’t be contented if you have everything you needed and more? Well, maybe it’s me. I will never be content. Even though people see me as someone who has everything, they are wrong. I’m a man who has everything yet I am deprived of something that surpasses all those material things. I am still unmated. I entered the building and as usual, people greet me like I am the most important people they know. Well, technically, I am. “Good morning Young Master.” My secretary greeted me, Kim Minseok. Then he started to rant my schedule for today. I am not listening actually. I hated what I am doing but I have no choice. “Young Master? Young Master? Did you hear what I said?” Minseok asked me. Of course I didn’t. Isn’t it obvious? How I wanted to voice that out but I can’t. I am the epitome of goodness in this company. I should maintain that image. “I’m sorry, can you please repeat what you just said?” then I flashed him one of my most angelic smile-which I practiced so hard to achieve- he sighed in relief and started to speak again. “As I was saying, Young Master you have an appointment with one of the alumni of your foundation later at 3 pm.” I sighed in my mind. This is one of the things I hated to do. I hate talking to kind and smart people. They tend to act very nice in front of me, always thanking everything that our company had done to them. I acknowledge it. I really do. But why the hell should I spend my entire 3 hours listening to endless thanks? Like the usual, I kept my interested façade in front of that scholar. But deep inside I am not really listening. I slumped in my seat as soon as the scholar left. Who could’ve guessed that talking can be this tiring? Just like that I let my day pass like a breeze of wind. On my way home I stopped at one of the nearest park in town. As I sat on one of the benches, I looked at the dark sky. There are no stars today. Just like me, I have no star in my life; I’m like the sky, dark and empty, emotionless and unhappy. Then suddenly, I felt drops of water in my face. It’s raining. But I don’t feel like going inside my car. I wanted to feel the rain. I wanted it to wash away the pain. I smiled bitterly as I let the rain wash all the loneliness that I am feeling. I never really listened to my parents when they kept pestering me to look for a mate. They told me that being unmated at this age would be difficult and very lonely. But I was stubborn, for the love of God, I’m just 22! And besides, why would I miss someone I never met, right? I believe that we don’t need to look for the people we love because fate will lead them to us. But now, how I wished I listened to them. It is like I’m breathing with no air, eating with no food and most of all, loving with no heart. I don’t know how long I stayed in the rain but the moment I opened my eyes I think I saw the most beautiful angel I’ve ever graced seeing. What’s going on? Am I in heaven? I felt those delicate hands in my forehead then I felt it rubbing across my cheeks. I looked in to his eyes and the next thing I knew, I am following him, with him guiding me somewhere. We entered a small house and he made me sit in one of the chairs and brought me some towels and extra clothes. Wait, does he know me? Why is he doing things like this for a stranger like me? He was currently in the kitchen-by the looks of it- I slowly walked inside. He looked at and motioned me to sit down and eat. “Is this poisoned?” damn my big mouth. He waves his hands defensively and then scooped a mouthful of the soup and ate it as if to prove that it is not poisoned. I slowly ate the soup and god it was heavenly. I’ve never tasted a soup better than this! I looked up to him again and I saw him staring at me observing if I had liked the soup. I just nodded in acknowledgement and continued eating. “Since you already invited me, maybe you wouldn’t mind if I stayed the night? It’s still raining hard and I left my car in the park.” He just smiled at me and nodded. This guy is really weird. How can he be comfortable with a stranger like me let alone make me stay the night and help me? I walked in his small living room and seated on the couch. I don’t know why but even I wonder what the hell I am doing here. I stared into space and started searching for him. I entered one of the rooms and found him preparing the bed. Once he saw he just smiled at me again and motioned me to the bed clearly saying that this will be going to be my room for tonight. I thanked him and he left. Maybe, he’s asleep already. I can’t sleep. I walked out of the room and looked for his room. But I realized that the room I’m staying is the only room in the house since it’s so small. The question is, where is he? Then, I found him in the couch in the living room, asleep. Heol, this guy is really an idiot. He gave me his room? What the hell? I know myself that it is NOT comfortable sleeping on the couch. What in the world is this guy thinking? I kneeled down and watched his face… so beautiful. I unconsciously brushed a few strands of his hair away from his face. He could get killed easily if he continued being this trusting and kind. Then I suddenly felt an unfamiliar beating in my wrist. My eyes widened. I looked at the person in the sofa then at my wrist. My tattoo is glowing red… Could he be… *** I opened my eyes when I felt something warm wrapped around me. B