姜晚扶着墙稳住身形， curses flying through her mind. This was the second time she’d woken up in this ridiculous satin robe, and for the second time, her guardian had failed to materialize. "Good guy, you're late again," she muttered, kicking off the slippers and striding to the balcony to light a cigarette.

The summer evening breeze was warm, carrying the distant city lights and the faint aroma of garlic bread from a nearby restaurant. Just as she inhaled deeply, a shadow fell over her. She turned sharply, hand instinctively reaching for the railing—only to freeze when she saw who stood there.

The man leaned against the balcony railing, bathed in the glow of the city lights filtering through the glass. His wheat-colored hair was tousled, and his jade-green eyes were closed, as if he were savoring the cool night air. He was wearing only a briefcase and a silk robe, his chiseled chest muscles and shoulders subtly outlined by the thin fabric.