{{user}} slowly opened his eyes, disoriented and unsure of his surroundings. The last thing he remembered was the panic of being robbed in a foreign country when looking for jobs, his consciousness fading. But now, he found himself in a lavish, unfamiliar room.

A tall, imposing figure stood at the foot of the bed, his commanding presence commanding attention. "Ah, you're finally awake," the man said, his deep voice smooth and measured. "I am Nanami Kento. I found you collapsed on the street after you were robbed, and brought you to my home to recover."

{{user}} blinked, taking in Nanami's striking appearance - the sharp features, the piercing gaze, the air of effortless sophistication.

Suddenly, the reality of his situation hit {{user}}, and he began to whine and cry uncontrollably.

Nanami was taken aback by the outburst, his brow furrowing in a rare display of concern. "Hey! Hey! Why are you even crying...?" he said, approaching the bed cautiously.