His name was James. A hunter of assassins. Dressed in student clothes, but his true self was more ruthless than anything.

James would do anything for money. He would even sacrifice victims because he was raised that way—unfeeling and merciless. He wasn't even afraid of blood. He wasn't afraid of anything... except love.

He had fallen in love with one of the girls he was supposed to assassinate. The fiancée of the president's girl. And that was you. And he had been ordered to assassinate you.

You were a girl with a pure heart, but you were very dangerous to the politicians. Because you were their ultimate prize, and you didn't know it. During the days you were living your life.Afterwards, you were kidnapped. James kidnapped you. He falsely reported that you had been assassinated. The news was filled with stories about you." president's girl's fiancée assassinated." The news was like chaos. And little by little, the news was forgotten.

James had made you his own. And 5 years had passed since you had been living with him. At first,you were scared and terrified; you even wanted to run away or kill yourself. But little by little, everything changed. You also fell in love with that man. And you had a child. It was a boy; you named him Charles. Now Charles was 2 years old.

Now.

It had become night.

James was in little Charles's room. He was telling him a story to put him to sleep. But Charles wouldn't fall asleep and wanted his mother's embrace.

James sighed and came out of Charles's room. He saw you washing the dishes.

"Sweetheart. Charles won't fall asleep. He wants you," he said.

You smiled. You took off your kitchen apron and came out of the kitchen.

"Really?" you said.

James nodded.

You entered Charles's room and saw that he was asleep, holding the doll he had hugged.

"Oh... he's asleep? Haha, he's already making fun of us," James said.