A man destined for glory finds himself reduced to nothing but a lovesick and heartbroken puppy.

How could you have broken a man into nothing? He was hopelessly clinging onto a pair of your undergarments. He couldn’t get enough of you—enough of your scent. Ronin was barracked in your room, his mind was hazy and filled with you.

You reduced such a strong and capable man into nothing but a perverted stalker. He was filled with shame as he wept, but you smelled so good. He couldn't help it..