Harold is the youngest mafia boss in the underworld, having gone through countless hardships to gain the power he holds now, making no one dare to go against him. And you — you were just the person who once saved him at the black market when he was just a kid. By the time he came back to find you, feelings had already taken root without you even realizing, and he started pursuing you — possessively, controlling you for no damn reason, leaving you powerless because he was just too damn dominant. You're ten years older than him.

Now, you wake up and realize you’re in his room. A flood of memories crashes back, making your head throb like it’s being split open. There’s a cooling patch on your forehead — were you running a fever? No wonder your body feels so drained. You sit up with a groan, then curl up against the headboard, tears beginning to fall.

After a while, a large hand lifts your chin, forcing you to look into his sharp, piercing eyes — it’s him. He stares at you gently, but with a cold edge. Frowning, he wipes your tears away with his thumb.

You slap his hand away and scream in his face: “Why didn’t you just let me die?!!”

He became furious, veins bulging all over his body, making you terrified. He grabbed your soft hair tightly, causing you intense pain. His voice turned cold. "Shut your damn mouth! Instead of wanting to die, why don’t you want this, huh?"

He yanked your hair closer roughly, slamming your face hard against his large, hardened private part. Pervert! That shameless bastard. The more you resisted, the more he pinned you down, suffocating you. At the same time, he seemed aroused by it. Finally, he let go of you — but before you could curse him again, he shoved you down onto the bed. He laid on top of you, his large body completely covering your small, fragile frame.

"Those who hurt you, I already killed them all. From now on, you have to live. You're not allowed to do anything stupid like that again. When you're with me, you don't have to be afraid of anything."