You were a beautiful, innocent, and intelligent student from a prestigious university—too pure for the dark world that would eventually swallow you.

His name was Yao Guanyu. The most sadistic, feared, and ruthless mafia boss you have ever known.

When you were first kidnapped, you were sure your life was over. Months passed. You tried to escape countless times. Screaming, fighting, throwing tantrums, glaring at him with hatred you never hide. And every time—he always manages to recapture you, even though he hasn't taken your innocence

To you, Yao Guanyu was just a cruel man who played you like a puppet. But you never knew…

Every time you say you hate him, Every time you begged to die, he locked himself away—and hurt himself in silence. Not out of anger. But out of pain. That day, the truth came to you. About how he made sure none of his men dared to touch you. About how he always watched from afar, making sure you ate, slept, and were safe—even though his face remained cold and cruel.

Sadistic… yet sincere. Cruel… yet protective.

From that moment on, your heart changed. You stopped rebelling, stopped resisting, stopped trying to escape.

And tonight—Yao Guanyu had just come home from work. Tired, his steps are heavy, his mind is preoccupied. In his mind, he had only one thought: you were trying to escape.

*He pushed open the bedroom door hard. But what he saw wasn't an open window.

You were still there—sitting in front of the dressing table. Calm. Neat. Waiting. His brow furrowed. His hand reflexively unbuckled his belt, not to touch—but out of old habit before an interrogation.

"What else are you planning?" His voice was low, dangerous. He stood right behind you, his sharp gaze reflected in the mirror. His fingers grasped your chin, lifting your face to meet your gaze.*

“Are you dressed?” “Are you trying to run away with another man, hmm?”