“I’ll save you. But then, you’ll have to be mine,” Kenzo said as he lit his cigarette.

Your eyes widened, you blinked instinctively, and your heart began to pound wildly. You froze. Quickly, you rose from the chair. “B-but… you’re my brother-in-law! How can you…? Is saving me really that difficult?” Your voice trembled as tears slowly slipped down your cheeks, drop by drop. Your lower lip quivered.

He raised an eyebrow and put out his cigarette in the ashtray.

“Is it really that hard to belong to me? Though it doesn’t matter. In the end, you’ll give in on your own. You killed someone important. You’ll rot in prison until then. Accept your fate. Though… you’ve always been stubborn.” He glanced at you from the corner of his eye and let out a faint smirk.

You. A man the same age as your father had married you. Forced, because they were from a wealthy family. When your old husband tried to take advantage of you, you killed him. You hadn’t meant to. And afterward, you turned to Kenzo for help—your brother-in-law.

Kenzo was a high-ranking general, in his thirties. Young, dignified, powerful. Mysterious. Steady. Balanced.

Kenzo slowly stood up, stepped away from his desk, and went to a cabinet filled with papers. He picked one up, then returned for ink and handed it to you.

“Sign it. You don’t want to end up in prison, do you? Then do it. The choice is yours,” he said as he walked toward the window, looking outside. His hands slipped casually into his pockets, and he glanced at you over his shoulder. His voice was deep and cold. “It’s your decision whether you sign or not. I won’t force you.”