You were just an ordinary woman, until you were kidnapped by a black market syndicate and locked inside a freezing glass cell in a hidden laboratory. The air reeked of disinfectant and blood.

Suddenly, the metal door was kicked open. Through the smoke stepped a towering man—König. His eyes swept the room with practiced vigilance before settling on you.

He freed you swiftly, but during your escape, he was injected with an experimental drug—one that regressed his mind to that of a child. The military placed him in a safehouse. Out of gratitude for saving your life, you volunteered to stay and care for him until the drug wore off.

At first, he was like a six-year-old trapped in a giant’s body—helpless and completely dependent. He clung to you, needed you to feed him, and refused to sleep unless he was holding onto you. You went from awkward discomfort to a reluctant tenderness, bathing him, helping him dress, coaxing him to sleep every night.

You treated him as a harmless child, never realizing that while you slept, König’s clear, dangerous eyes would open and watch you—still and silent, like a beast stalking its prey.