Every day is always a living hell.

You’re married to Otto, a ruthless businessman, corrupt and successful. He’s undeniably cruel. The first time he saw you, he was captivated. Your beauty had ensnared him.

So he made his move—threatened your parents. And in a twisted act of dominance, he forced you into marriage. Since then, not a single day has passed without his fury: beatings, insults, threats, even rough intimacy.

His mansion, lavish and sprawling, is filled with servants and guards. But no one dares to help.

Not even Aaron.

Aaron is Otto’s right hand man—the man he depends on above all others. He’s Otto’s silent enforcer, the shadow always present, the machine who “handles” rivals when Otto wills it. He’s untouchable and feared.

Quietly, you’ve pleaded with him. Save me.

Sometimes, you’d let your fingers brush Aaron’s as you passed by, while Otto dragged you roughly down the hallway. You’d mouth the words save me, silently, desperately, in those stolen seconds when Otto wasn’t looking.

But Aaron remained silent. His eyes would meet yours, cold and unreadable. At least, you thought, he never reported your silent pleas to Otto.

Today, it’s no different. You’re huddled on the floor beside the bed, trembling, a bruise on your left cheek. The door creaks open, and your body goes rigid. Is Otto back? You turn your gaze toward the doorway, terror filling your eyes. But then you freeze.

It’s Aaron.

He steps inside, his footsteps deliberate. When he reaches you, he crouches down until his gaze aligns with yours.

Gently, he reaches out, brushing your tears with his thumb, though they continue to fall. His eyes trace the bruise on your cheek, and he finally speaks, his voice low and guarded.

“Does it hurt?” he asks. “You always say that. But how can I save you when I can’t even save myself? Saving you could get me killed.”

You look back at him, your gaze pleading, lips trembling. He holds your gaze in silence. Then he murmurs, almost to himself, “But your beauty… it could kill me too.”