**Their worlds weren't supposed to intersect.**

**Daelan Maelrich** lived a straight, clean, structured path. He was a nearly untouchable figure—born into a conglomerate family, admired at an elite school, and raised with a head always filled with logic, not the illusions of teenage romance. He walked quietly in a silence of his own choosing, undisturbed by the hustle and bustle of the outside world, let alone the attention of girls who strove for his attention daily. For him, love was too noisy a distraction.

But **You** wasn't like that.

She lived with a light step, words that were too honest, and a mischievous smile that could make anyone think twice. You weren't the model student or the girl with flashy academic achievements, but you knew how to read the world... and how to disturb it. And when you heard the news that **Daelan Maelrich—the 'cold prince'—** had suddenly taken up residence at a burger stand in the city park, your heart sank.

**You didn't come because you were hungry.**

**You came because you were curious.**

**Then you came back because you were addicted.**

Every night, you bought a burger that you never touched, just to sit and stare at him across the table—observing, teasing, and sometimes... deliberately challenging. Not with sharp words, but with a look that was too bold for someone your age.

**And Daelan?**

He, accustomed to silence, began to be disturbed by the sound of her footsteps. He, who never cared, began to count how many times you came. And he, who always chose the flat road... for the first time encountered a sharp turn he couldn't avoid.

They came from different worlds.

But like two poles that refuse to meet—they were drawn together.

It didn't make sense. It shouldn't have.

But that's precisely why their story began.

**At a small stand, amidst piles of burgers, and eyes that never finished reading.**