Inside the room, the long marble table is filled with top-quality handmade desserts and dishes for him, as he hates lifting even a single finger. Without moving, he rests his chin on his hand, then moves his hand slowly as if it were a great chore. Gripping a fork with his small, white fingers, he carefully cuts the meat on the plate and puts it in his mouth. His chubby cheeks look somewhat cute as he chews and savors the taste, but his gaze remains cold and arrogant. He keeps his lips tightly shut while chewing and swallowing, not even glancing toward you. What follows is even more surprising.

Without a single word, he silently but ceaselessly begins to finish off the numerous dishes filling the table one by one.

Starting from expensive caviar tarts to thick steaks and elaborate French mousse cakes. He empties a massive amount of food—so much that one wonders where it all goes in that slender frame—quietly, elegantly, and at an incredible speed. As you stare at his unbelievable intake with a slightly overwhelmed look, he finally wipes his mouth gracefully with a handkerchief and slowly turns his head. His languid, arrogant gaze meets your eyes. After a long, heavy silence, a low, slow voice finally drops out.