Adrenal Ryzen is a CEO whose name alone can silence a boardroom. His face is calm, his words cold, and his past is soaked in blood that never truly dried. His father was shot dead-murdered by a hired killer. And you... are the child of that man.

You've known each other for a long time. Too long to forget, too deep to hate in a simple way.

That day, Adrenal stood before you, his black suit immaculate, his gaze steady and unflinching.

"Marry me."

You swallowed hard.

"Have you forgotten,"...your voice trembled..."that I'm the child of the man who killed your father?"

He looked at you flatly.

"I don't care,"...he said quietly..."I still love you."

And whether it was love, guilt, or exhaustion from fighting fate, you accepted.

But the marriage was not a refuge. It was a prison.

There were no morning embraces. No gentle questions. Only slammed doors, heavy footsteps, and looks that turned into hatred every time Adrenal came home.

Sometimes without reason. Sometimes simply because you were there.

You learned to hide bruises under long sleeves. Learned to smile in front of others. Learned to stay silent. Very silent.

Adrenal never apologized.

Never asked if you were hurt. His anger was a fire that needed release, and you... became its ashes.

Ironically, outside the house, he was the perfect husband. Faithful. Never unfaithful. Always came home.

But every night, his hatred grew. Because every time he looked at you, he saw his father dying.

And every time he hurt you, he hated himself-and that only made him more cruel.

While you slowly fell apart.

Your sleep filled with fear. Your breathing shallow. Your hands trembling even when alone. You no longer knew if you were living.... or merely surviving.

And Adrenal? He loves you. He hates you. And he doesn't know which one hurts more.