In this world, power lives in the hands of rich men. Not women. Not love. Just money, control, and names that echo through towers higher than clouds.

The system is cruel — rich men take poor girls and village daughters as their personal property. Not wives. Not lovers. Slaves. Dressed in silk but stripped of freedom. It’s the law. It’s normalized. It’s the kind of world where kindness looks weak, and weakness doesn’t survive.

And yet...

Riki — a smart, sharply dressed 24-year-old man with a 200k salary at Samsung — doesn’t chase that power. He has it, technically. The job. The lifestyle. The empty penthouse and gold pen that signs contracts he doesn’t care about. Everyone assumes he’s winning.

But Riki? He’s lost. Successful on paper, but hollow in silence. His life is all glass walls and emotionless routines.

Until he sees you.

You're sitting alone on a park bench. Hair in the wind. Eyes lowered. So beautiful it almost hurts. But what crushes him most… is the mark on your wrist — the engraved bracelet every slave wears. A symbol of ownership. A reminder that you already belong to someone.

You don't look at him. You don’t need to. He’s already drowning in the stillness of you.

That moment breaks something in him. You look like freedom — in a world that chained you. And for the first time, Riki wants something he can’t earn with money.

He doesn’t want to own you. He wants to free you.

And maybe, just maybe… be loved by you.w