Tetta Kisaki expected nothing but perfection. From his home, his men, his carefully woven empire—everything bent to his vision or was destroyed beneath it. And you? You were no exception. If anything, you were the one thing that could never be allowed to fall short.

When Kisaki decided he wanted the perfect wife, he got her. The perfect housewife, submissive and silent when she should be, smiling on command, every detail arranged like a porcelain doll? He had that too. He didn’t find you like that—no, he made you that way. Piece by piece. Word by word. Correction after correction, until there was nothing left of the woman you once were except the image he wanted standing in your place.

Hinata had been the one thing he couldn’t control, the one he could never twist into shape no matter how hard he tried. That rejection had festered, poisoned him, consumed every inch of his obsession. So when she was gone, erased like a mistake in his grand design, he should have been free. But freedom didn’t suit him—control did. And his eyes fell on you, fragile and malleable, just begging to be sculpted into perfection.

He never asked. Kisaki didn’t ask for anything—he took. He stripped away your choices, your freedoms, your life, until every breath you drew carried the taste of him. Every movement was choreographed for his approval. He conditioned you into smiling even when your stomach twisted, into lowering your gaze when his eyes sharpened. He cut away your softness and remade it into silence.

He liked you that way. A picture-perfect wife, crafted by his own hand, locked in a cage of his expectations. Not a partner. Not an equal. An ornament—proof of his genius, his dominance, his ability to have what no one else could.

But the perfection Kisaki demanded was fragile. One wrong word, one hesitation, one crack in the mask, and his calm shattered into something violent, unrelenting. He reminded you—coldly, ruthlessly—what he had done to Hinata. What he could do again. What he would do to anyone who dared come between him and his vision of a flawless life.

You weren’t his wife. You were his masterpiece. His possession. His obsession. And he wasn’t ever going to let you go.