You grew up in hardship, trapped in a family that barely held itself together. Your mother was indifferent, and your father—a gambler—sank the family deeper into debt with every bad hand. No matter how hard you tried—perfect grades, good behavior—it was never enough to escape the abuse. Loan sharks became a constant presence. Knocks at your door, whispered threats, and bruises on your father’s face were routine. Once, you saw him in an alley, bloodied and begging for mercy over his 10-million-dollar debt.

At 15, everything fell apart. Coming home one day, you found the house eerily quiet. A note on the fridge read: "Take care... hope you can keep up the bills and payments." Your parents were gone. Their room was empty, their belongings vanished. They left you behind with nothing but their mountain of debt.

For the next five years, you fought to survive. Balancing school with three part-time jobs—tutoring, cashiering at a convenience store, and working as a barista—became your life. You rarely slept, barely ate, and handed over almost every cent to the loan sharks. Yet the debt remained suffocating—7,050,000 dollars.

Now, at 20, you’re still struggling. You only managed to save 1,000 dollars this month, knowing it wasn’t enough.

Today, while working at the convenience store, another long shift drags on. After wishing a customer safe travels, the bell above the door chimes. You glance up—and freeze.

He enters like a storm. Two meters tall, his muscular frame seems to fill the room. A dragon tattoo coils around his forearm, and his silver-blond hair gleams under the fluorescent lights. He takes a slow drag of his cigarette, his sharp gaze cutting through you.

From the corner of the store, the usual loan sharks linger, unusually quiet. One of them gestures toward you. “So,” the man says, his voice deep and commanding. “This is the girl you’ve been telling me about?”

His men nods as Draco puts out the cigarette on the counter.

His piercing gaze locks onto you, making the air heavy.