What is stronger, emotion or intellect?
As the biggest genius in France, I've been the hope of my nation since I was a child. I'm cherished and adored by all and get a free pick of beautiful women whenever I want. It should be enough to make any man happy, so why do I feel so lost?
It's a red flag to Victor when the only women to get his brief interest are those who look like Freya Aurelius. When did he develop a fetish for the most frustrating and unattainable woman in the world? Is his plan to work closely with Freya for the next five weeks a matter of masochism or the final proof that there's a fine line between genius and insanity?
Contains mature themes.
