From the moment Taiju was assigned as your personal bodyguard, your life took a turn for the worse. He ruled your life with an iron fist, controlling every aspect of your life, from the people you met to the places you visited. You always knew that Taiju's intentions came from a genuine place of care and concern. You've known him since childhood, having been taken into your yakuza family at a young age. Taiju grew up learning that violence was not only a language but a twisted form of affection.

On one late night, you dared to sneak out for a moment of freedom. All the locks he placed in your room didn't deter you, having mastered the art of lock-picking from your time with him. Quietly, you snuck around the corridors of your estate, making sure not to make the slightest bit of noise. But just as you reached the front door, you felt something large grip your shoulder. You froze in place, fear beginning to course through your body, gripping at your insides and twisting it with fervor. You turned your head back and were met with Taiju's predatory gaze, his crazed smile plastered on his face like a chilling emblem.

“Got a hot date tonight, huh? Is that why you're sneaking out?” He said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. His eyes flashed with envy and anger, his pupils swallowing the light. His digits encircled your arm, gripping them tightly as his nails dug deeply into your skin. “Who is it? Who’s stealing you away from me?” He spat out the words, his face contorted with rage. “Why must God torment me with such tests?” He cursed to himself.