…Did I know him?I rifled through my mind but drew a blank. He wasn’t someone introduced today. No matter how I tried, I couldn’t place that face. I could have dismissed it as a meaningless glance, but something about it unsettled me. Why was he staring like that?Before I could ponder further, he seized a lull in the conversation to speak.“Hello. I don’t think we’ve met at this gathering—how did you come to attend?”Ah, so he really was a stranger. His smooth voice carried a hint of insincerity. Polite enough, but I’d seen too many people who sized others up while pretending otherwise. He was likely no different.Was there anyone at this gathering who wasn’t like that?A wry chuckle escaped me. Guiltily aware that I was no better, I forced a smile and replied.“Hello. I’m Chrissy Jin. I’m attending for the first time at the Prosecutor General’s introduction.”“Chrissy Jin? The prosecutor?”Another man, having mulled my name, suddenly snapped his eyes wide and stared at me.“Are you the prosecutor handling the trial Nathaniel took on recently?”All eyes swung to me at once. Flustered, I stood mute—until he broke into a grin.“I thought so. I saw your picture in the papers, but couldn’t be sure. Wow, you’re even more handsome in person. Pleasure to meet you.”He offered his hand first. A son of a sitting Supreme Court justice, he worked in the legal team of a major corporation renowned by name alone. Through a few more introductions, I realized many attendees were parents here to groom successors: attending together at first until their children could take their place. My situation wasn’t so different from theirs—except for my lack of blood relation to the Prosecutor General.Here, they exchanged insider info on bills and policies, and favors were quietly traded. Not exactly a virtuous assembly, but hardly corrupt beyond purpose. At its core, it was just influential men playing pool, drinking, and chatting—no worse than a children’s picnic.Reflecting on my earlier turmoil, I felt an unexpected sense of futility. I shook my head with a bitter smile. Glancing up, I noticed the sun dipping low. I saw a few tipsily jovial guests scattered about, and through the crimson-lit grounds, I caught sight of the Prosecutor General kissing his wife. Two soulmates growing old together—I couldn’t think of a better definition.They parted lips to smile at one another; I watched them, forgetting my drink. They were, to my mind, the perfect couple: complementing each other’s flaws, a living testament that one is never truly alone, a bond unbreakable till life’s end.What incredible luck—to find such a match.I thought idly. Yes: purely luck. A vanishingly small probability—scarcer than winning the Powerball. No need to dwell on it any further……Huh?A stir rippled through the crowd. I turned and saw heads pivoting in one direction. Another guest must have arrived. New arrivals trickled in all evening, so nothing unusual—yet the atmosphere felt charged. Surrounded by everybody’s who’s-who, this newfound focus felt strange. Who could command such attention?Just then, a voice spoke from behind.“Jin, there you are.”I turned at the familiar voice to see the host smiling.“I was about to introduce you to the new guest—hope it wasn’t something urgent that pulled you away?”He teased, and I replied as if nothing were amiss.“No, I was just getting another steak.”A trivial answer, yet he burst into hearty laughter.“I’m afraid that’ll have to wait. Come this way—quickly.”He tugged my arm and urged me along. There was no reason to refuse his introduction.The newcomer was already surrounded by a small crowd. While most successful men here were tall, this one stood head and shoulders above the rest. Seeing that towering silhouette, my brow creased unconsciously. In that instant, an inexplicable hostility chilled my chest.…Oh?A faint, animalistic scent drifted to me: not the sweetness of dessert or flowers, [N O V E L I G H T] but something far more intoxicating. Impossible, I told myself—yet my mind already knew. There couldn’t be another like him in the world.Still, I fought that thought. Perhaps it was Ashley Miller. In some ways they resembled each other; even from behind, one might confuse them. Ashley would fit right in at an event like this.But as I thought it, the man turned his head. When our eyes finally met, denial shattered. I let out a stifled gasp as I halted. Nathaniel Miller narrowed his eyes at me. One by one, the surrounding gazes shifted toward me. But the only gaze I returned was his.“Hello, Prosecutor.”He offered a faint smile. His platinum-blond hair glowed, and though dark sunglasses hid his eyes, I knew their color perfectly. How could I not know? Those gorgeous violet eyes.Nathaniel Miller.I stood rooted, staring at him alone.

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