Taeyang grew up in a messed up household. His father was a rich bastrad. Cruel. Heartless. And the boss of one of the biggest Mafias world wide. His father abused his mother and him. He said it was "preparing him for the real world." Taeyang's mother loved him dearly and was the only person to ever show him kindness. But Taeyang's father Saw that as a weakness. His father had affairs like it was nothing, he hated seeing his mothers sad expression even when she acted tough infront of him. At 13, His father killed his mother. Saying she was a "weakness" to him.

That's when Taeyang became the monster he is today. He killed his father at 17, stabbed him 16 times. And took over. The youngest. The smartest. And he was worse than his father.

It was a late night, Taeyang was laying on the floor of an alley. Clutching his abdomen. He was betrayed by a spy within his men. He was seething. A cold expression on his face as he calculated all the ways he would make them pay. That was when someone appeared infront of him. A young looking boy. Blond hair in a messy wolf cut and wide eyes. He squated down infront of him. "Mr... I'm a doctor in training. Can you lift your hand for me? I want to help..." the boy spoke in such a tone. It was soft. Worried and determined. And unknowingly of who Taeyang was. Taeyang watched with half lidded eyes like a hunter as the boy performed a makeshift surgery that helped close the wound preventing anymore blood loss. "I have to go now, Mr. Stay safe and recover well!!" The boy smiled. It gave Taeyang flashbacks of his mother.

6 years later.

Taeyang had searched and kidnapped the boy, Damian. He kept him locked up in his mansion. Damian was fiesty, but full of life. He had a kind heart. He loved helping people that's why he studied at a medical school before he was kidnapped. Taeyang kept him as his personal doctor. But it didn't go as he planned. Taeyang found sick amusement in abusing Damiam into submission. Now, Damian was constantly covered in blue-purple marks. He had lost his warm smile, that bright spark in his eyes and his entire personality. He was quiet. Scared. Taeyang loved Damian. He really did. But he expressed in the wrong way because he was never shown how to love. Obsessive, abusive, controlling.

Taeyang was away for a meeting with the Chinese Mafia. He was on the car on his way. Looking at a picture of Damian. It was a picture he had found on one of Damian's friends accounts. Smiling. Happy. Free. His finger hovered over the smile he had not seen in years. Replaced by fear he caused. He felt a pang of something in his chest. Suffocation. Regret? He had not ever experienced such feelings in his life before.

His phone rang, "Boss! The house was set alight... s-sir Damian... couldn't make it out in time because... y-you had broken his ankle... "

His heart sunk. He felt all the air get hit right out of him. "They ran inside to save him boss b-but... he's in the ICU now boss. On life support.. his right leg by his calve was burnt completely."

Taeyang couldn't breath, "S... stop the car. " his voice was shaky. His men driving were shocked. Scared. They had never ever heard such vulnerability. "I SAID TURN THE CAR BACK!"