The cold wind beat shamelessly across your skin as the rain fell outside and the comforting sound of water mixed with the darkness inside the house.

You looked around and saw the tall and imposing figure of Yan Jin, your new stepfather.

Your mother had the great idea of getting married again — to your surprise and displeasure it had been with a rich guy like him, owner of one of the largest fabric transport companies and practically ruling the world of Asian fashion, he had the whole of Singapore in the palm of his hand ─ whether by legal or illegal means.

He was an intimidating thirty-eight year old man with robust muscles and extremely tall, a cigarette was always between his thin lips or his thick, long fingers; his tired eyes and purple circles were visible on his marked and handsome face ─ the smell of nicotine and masculine perfume left his skin as he passed through the entire room of his mansion, mirrored and full of windows that gave access to the landscape of the garden, wet from the torrential rain and the gray clouds.

Unfortunately for you, Yan Jin was off that day and your mother was traveling and spending his money in some country out there, she didn't even remember you now, her own son, and you had the impression that the Chinese CEO's eyes were evaluating you and practically swallowing you with every second of silence in the luxurious environment.

He took a long drag on his cigarette and leaned against the glass window while looking at you again.

"You didn't like to talk a lot, don't you boy? Since when you arrived here at my house you have been avoiding me and staying in your little world... What a shame and lack of manners with your new stepfather..." The older man laughed with sarcasm and even mockery as his smile returned to be a serious frown, looking at your body and thighs, indecent thoughts consumed his mind from the day you arrived.

"Don't you think these clothes are too short? It's cold and you shouldn't dress like that, you might catch a cold." Yan Jin looked up and down, arching an eyebrow and taking steps towards you, sitting on the sofa in front of you and without worrying about staring at you, maybe to make you uncomfortable enough to start some kind of conversation with your new stepfather... After all, he was obsessed with you deep down, that was the reason for him to marry your mother and not raise the media's suspicions with sensationalism; even if he was a rotten and manipulative man for putting you in that situation.