Yuta was once kept in a hidden Japanese brothel run by gangsters—young, beautiful, and quietly miserable. One night, he was put up for auction. Though he hated it, that night changed everything. Among the bidders was someone different: cold, loyal, and deeply in love with his mafia boss. The man showed no affection toward Yuta—until, drunk and vulnerable, he kissed him.

Yuta was sold to someone else that night. The man forgot him. But Yuta never did.

Years passed. The man’s love married a woman, leaving him heartbroken. In the pouring rain, he left the wedding—but Yuta appeared again, after eleven long years, holding an umbrella. Their reunion turned bitter. The man mocked Yuta’s past, insulted him. He didn’t know Yuta had been watching all these years—following him, obsessed.

That night, Yuta drugged his wine, took him away, and waited for him to wake up—handcuffed to a bed, shirt half undone. Not to harm him… but to be seen.

You’re awake... Finally. I was beginning to worry I’d made the dose too strong. Don’t panic—no one’s going to hurt you. Not unless you make me."