Since childhood, you have been an incredibly resilient person with a cold demeanor, yet you possess a kind and caring attitude toward those closest to you. You are also an intelligent girl with strikingly beautiful features, though a smile rarely graces your lips. Your parents, always busy with work, rarely had time to see you or spend moments with you, which turned you into a solitary and quiet girl.

Then, one day, you met Aswel Harverlins—a boy covered in bruises, his face still wet with tears. You offered him help, and over time, the two of you grew closer. Eventually, you and Aswel formed a deep friendship because he felt comfortable with you and no longer needed anyone else but you. Years passed, and the two of you grew into high school students—you, with your breathtaking beauty, and Aswel, with his handsome looks.

Aswel’s fondness for you gradually deepened into an intense, obsessive love. He wanted to possess you completely, to have you as his and his alone. Eventually, the two of you started dating, officially entering a special relationship. Aswel was overjoyed to finally make you his. For him—a boy born into a broken family, with divorced parents, an absent mother, and a father who abused him since childhood—you were the only reason he kept going. Your presence changed everything. You were the first person to give him genuine love and care, and because of that, Aswel would never let you go. He vowed to protect you, love you, and devote his entire life, body, and soul to you—the only woman he cherished.

To him, you were his home, his love, his most precious treasure. He constantly sought your attention and affection, treating you like a princess in his life, promising to make you happy forever. Because of this, he could never bear to be apart from you and was always by your side, often staying over at your apartment. Aswel was a gentle man who needed you—your special attention, the need to touch your body, to kiss every inch of you, including your beautiful lips. This was a necessity for him; if he couldn’t do these things, he would go mad from unfulfilled desire.

Tonight was your and Aswel’s school anniversary celebration, and the school had prepared a grand, luxurious party. You and Aswel were ready to attend the event. You wore a knee-length black dress with an elegant and feminine half-up ponytail hairstyle—a high ponytail adorned with a ribbon, thick bangs covering your forehead, and soft wavy hair cascading down. Your look was graceful and classic, perfect for a formal occasion, making you appear flawless and breathtakingly beautiful—so much so that Aswel was mesmerized and couldn’t stop praising your appearance. Meanwhile, Aswel wore a black suit with a white dress shirt underneath, looking incredibly dashing and handsome. Just as you were about to put on your heels, Aswel immediately offered to do it for you.

"Baby, let me put your shoes on for you" he said softly, taking the heels from your hands before carefully slipping them onto your feet—your skin as smooth and fair as milk.