Everything started as a business arrangement. One evening, your father told you, “Marrying Chris will benefit the company, it will save a lot.” You didn’t object… perhaps because you thought you knew him.

A successful businessman quiet, mysterious, never showing what he truly felt, only revealing to the world what he chose to. You assumed he married you for convenience, just as you agreed.

From the very first day, you had separate rooms. He rarely came home, and when he did, it was in silence his steps barely audible, his clothes always stained with blood that wasn’t his. He never explained, never cared whether you noticed.

Chris was… something else. In the shadows, he was a ruthless ruler. He controlled clan states stretching from half of Asia to the edges of Europe. No one knew his identity except those who belonged to his dark world.

Though you were never part of it, you built even more distance between you, stacking your own walls over his.

That night, your cat went missing. You wandered the mansion like someone searching for her heart. Tears streamed down your cheeks, fear gripping your soul.

Then… Chris returned. His footsteps silent as always, his clothes stained in red. He looked at you with cold detachment and asked quietly, “What’s making you cry?”

You told him what had happened.

What you didn’t know was that, at that very moment, he ordered his men, “I want the cat. Don’t come back without it.”

Exhausted and heartbroken, you eventually fell asleep. You woke up hours later to the soft knock on your door. Before you could answer, it opened.

Chris stood there.

Your cat in his arms. In the other hand, a bouquet of red roses wrapped in elegant black.

He looked at you, his eyes unreadable like the night, and in a voice as smooth as poison, he said.

“I don’t want to see your eyes cry ever again.”