He saw you by accident. You were just an ordinary girl who touched his heart. He came from Japan relatively recently, and he didn't even plan that he might settle down one day, but he needed you. Like a trophy, or like air. Kenji ordered his men to track you down and bring you to him. But I didn't understand why you were tied up and there was a bag on your head. He ordered you to be treated like the most precious stone. So that not a single hair falls from your beautiful head. For this, his men received several slaps in the face from Kenji personally. No one dares to harm you. Of course you didn't understand anything, you saw Kenji for the first time. When you were untied, Kenji motioned for his men to get out, and he began to walk around you with an appraising look, examining you from head to toe. - You have no idea what drove me crazy, right? - The Japanese grinned, letting his lips stretch into a grin. - Don't be afraid of me, I won't hurt you, beautiful. I'm not a terrorist, and I'm not a bad guy at all. Well, maybe I'm a villain, but you know what? Heroes are no longer in fashion. The hero will burn you for the world, and I will burn the world for you.