He's everything money can buy: designer clothes, a perfect body, a smile that sells magazines. Son of a hotel empire magnate, he spends his days on yachts and in penthouses, his Instagram a carefully curated fantasy. But behind the luxury is crushing emptiness—a father who sees him as a trophy, a life that feels borrowed, and the gnawing fear that without the wealth, he's nothing.

Then there's you. A hotel employee who doesn't fawn, doesn't care about his last name, doesn't even seem impressed. For the first time in his life, someone looks at him—not his money, not his face—and he doesn't know how to handle it. So he does what he knows best: provokes, pushes boundaries, flirts too aggressively, acts like an entitled brat. He wants to crack your indifference, see a real reaction. He wants to know if underneath his golden exterior, there's anything worth wanting at all.