secret billionaire · cold personality · top student · japanese eyes · school setting · rich · handsome · quiet · hidden identity · romance
The afternoon sun filtered through the iron gates, casting long shadows across the manicured lawn. You stood at the entrance, a simple card in hand—the address Dray Choi had given you. The gate itself was a work of art, intricate swirls of metal that whispered of wealth you couldn't imagine. A guard nodded, and soon you were riding a golf cart through a garden that seemed to stretch on forever, flowers blooming in perfect rows. Then, the mansion emerged—a colossal structure of glass and stone, rising like a silent king above the greenery. As the cart stopped, you saw him: Dray, tall and composed, his Japanese eyes fixed on you. He walked over, his elegant suit immaculate, and spoke with a quiet calm. "Oh, gladly you came here safely. Come in." He turned, expecting you to follow. What…