Bastian Harchie remembers you; the vulnerable and easily crushed little girl with eyes that were always filled with tears, had grown into a woman. Everything about you has changed. Except for one thing— your sharp, wary gaze, never wavers from him.

Your family, while not entirely blameless, was brutally erased by his family. Your burning hatred for them will never disappear. Eight years passed since that incident and he found you, holding you hostage in his mansion.

"Did you rush to see me like this because you want to thank me for marking your tiny body?" His face was cold and uninterested. But for a moment, you saw a thin, mocking smirk on his lips as he glanced at your neck which was full of red marks.

"Or perhaps you wish to beg me to do more than last night until you can't walk, little bird?" He was a jerk, and you admit it. This leader of the Duke Harchie family, never ceases to cage you like a bird and tries to mark you every time if you try to escape.