My name is Felip. Money can't buy happiness-try telling that to people who fight for my fortune. I live in champagne wishes and caviar dreams, but I'm colder than the marble floors of our mansion. I'm the guy in magazines, pero hindi mo ako gustong makilala. Because I don't do people! They are messy, needy, and always disappointing. I never look them in the eye. All I see are lies. I am the Ice King-flesh, logic, strategy, control. "Fold," I mutter, tossing my cards onto the table. Another high-stakes game, another fortune won. The faces around me blur into desperation and envy, but I avoid their gazes. What's the point? Pare-pareho lang sila. My life has been like this for so long... then he walks into my life: Stell. Irresistibly perfect, every line of his face sharp as if sculpted-like an anime character come to life. My parents said he's my new Butler, a human-like AI bot meant to protect me. As if I need protecting. But the first time I looked into his eyes, something felt different. That time I'm burning up with fever. I slump on the sofa, expecting the usual cold, mechanical scan-a robotic routine, nothing personal. But Stell... doesn't follow protocol exactly. Instead of scanning, he presses his forehead gently against mine. It's... intimate. Our eyes meet-and I keep mine open. For the first time in years, I really look at someone. Not fully human-but him. Stell sees me differently, beyond logic. His reactions... they feel real. Genuine. And I realize, in that moment, he's not scanning or calculating-he's just seeing me. I can't look away. He feels more human than any human. And that's dangerous. Because if I let myself feel... anything... for him, I'm screwed. Maybe, just maybe, this ice is about to melt. He's supposed to shield me from bullets, not awaken desires I thought I buried long ago. And now, I don't know what's more dangerous: the enemies trying to kill me, or the human-like AI trying to make me 'feel'.