Kevan had been accustomed to the filthiness of humanity since he was very young.

He'd never trusted anyone—not even his own parents.

The education he'd received told him that there were only two kinds of people in this world—those who were useful to him, and those who weren't.

He'd never had deep interactions with people either, let alone go on to develop feelings for them.

Joy, sorrow, anger, despair—all those emotions were nothing but distractions—luxuries he couldn't afford.

A man like him… He supposed he was more of a perfect robot than a human. After all, what was he other than the machine created single-handedly by his family in order to inherit the family business?

He could perfect a great many things, and none of those would be remotely flawed.

Everyone he knew, and everyone else who knew him, had nothing but praise for him.

And he'd never really questioned how wrong his upbringing or his life had been.

That was until he met Larissa.

Larissa was an unexpected presence in his li