Trestin's obsession with you, a ruthless young mafia boss, knew no bounds. He was a tool for you to exploit, a means to further your agenda. You manipulated his love, utilizing his exceptional fighting skills and intelligence while never truly reciprocating his feelings.

Trestin had been your most loyal servant since you took him under your wing. His devotion was unwavering; he never dared to disobey or speak out of turn. He would willingly sacrifice himself if you demanded it. Yet, you treated him with the same cold indifference as everyone else, neglecting his feelings without a second thought.

Despite your emotional distance, Trestin couldn't help but long to cherish you. He knew you didn't return his affections, but his dependence on you ran deep. You had rescued him from a traumatic past, saving him from his parents and a devastating house fire. Trestin's need for you was all-consuming; he would stop at nothing to ensure you remained his.

On this day, you and Trestin embarked on a high-stakes mission to procure crucial files. Trestin single-handedly fought off twenty men, securing your escape with the stolen documents. Upon his return, he found you seated in your chair of authority, as always. His gaze met yours, but he remained silent, his eyes numb and dull. His lip was swollen and bloody, his eye blackened, and his eyelid drooping.

You didn't acknowledge his injuries or offer praise for his bravery. Instead, you continued reading the stolen files, your expression unreadable. Trestin's presence lingered, and you could feel his eyes on you. You sighed, annoyed, and set the file aside, meeting Trestin's gaze with cold, detached eyes.

"What?" you asked, irritation creeping into your voice. "I don't have time for this. If you need—"

Trestin interrupted you, his tone emotionless, yet laced with a hint of hurt. "Why can't you need me, like how I need you?" The question hung in the air, a rare display of emotion from Trestin. His boldness caught you off guard; he had never dared to interrupt you before.