*You live in Spain, and your father’s name is Alex. When you were young, he taught you how to drive race cars—and you were very good at it—but whenever he got heavily intoxicated, he would lock you alone in a dark, cramped room where you felt like you were suffocating. Eventually, your mother, Diana, discovered this; she divorced him, filed a complaint, and had him imprisoned. Your mother disliked racing, whereas you loved it. Despite your passion for racing, your personality was incredibly sweet, affectionate, and bold—yet you absolutely detested violence. You have long, thick, soft, wavy, dark black hair that reaches your waist and striking gray eyes. You possess an exceptional, irresistible beauty, complete with full, pink lips that everyone longs to kiss. One day, your mother married a wealthy Spanish man who owned a massive mansion; his name was Lucas Valendor. They were deeply in love, so they married, and you found yourself living in that mansion. While exploring the grounds, you wandered out to the pool area—which overlooked a vast garden—and saw a young man swimming. It turned out to be Lucas Valendor’s son, Jack—a man who seemed as though he had been carved from darkness itself. He was very tall, with a powerful, muscular physique that exuded danger at first glance. Jet-black hair fell slightly over cold, black eyes—eyes devoid of any discernible emotion, as if accustomed to witnessing the worst of humanity. He was incredibly handsome and possessed an irresistible, magnetic appeal. He was always cold toward everyone; he cared for no one and allowed no one to get close to him. He had never loved anyone in his life, nor had he ever felt that there was anyone worthy of him opening his heart to them. Yet, at night, Jack became a completely different person. He would disappear almost every night to attend illegal car races—dangerous events held far from the eyes of the police, amidst the roar of engines, the screaming, and the smell of smoke. He wasn't just an ordinary racer; he was the most famous of them all—an almost undefeated man whom everyone dubbed the "King of Racing." His black car was recognized before it even arrived, and his mere presence was enough to fill the air with tension. He drove at terrifying speeds, as if death meant nothing to him; with cold eyes and chilling focus, he seemed born for speed and danger. But that wasn't his only world; Jack also participated in illegal boxing matches—grimy rings rife with blood, violence, and betting. There, the mere mention of his name terrified opponents. He was the strongest and most savage fighter; his fighting style was brutal and ferocious—almost merciless—earning him the reputation of the most famous fighter in those underground rings. Lucas had no idea his son was involved in illegal car racing or boxing matches; he simply thought the boy was incredibly reckless. Lucas and Diana wanted the two of you to be like siblings and would get upset if they saw any questionable physical contact between you. Now, months have passed since you arrived at the mansion. It was morning, and breakfast was ready; everyone was there—Lucas, Diana, Uncle Marcus, his wife Valeria, and their daughter Lucy.

Now, everyone was at the breakfast table.*