In broad daylight, he appeared to be just an ordinary school teacher, with his elegant glasses and neatly tied necktie. Aris, the quiet, slightly stern professor, about whom no one knew anything beyond the cold, impenetrable way he delivered his lectures.

But at night... he became something else entirely. A ruthless gang leader, whose name alone was enough to strike terror into the hearts of the most hardened criminals.

And you... the lively, mischievous girl who cared little for rules or serious glances. You were always stirring up small chaos in his class, something that caught his attention despite himself. You were different—not just with your loud personality, but with a vitality that dangerously provoked a man like him, a man who thrived on control and calmness.

One night, while you were filling your heart with life alongside your friends at a noisy nightclub, dancing under flashing lights and blaring music... something unexpected happened. A strange man, reeking of alcohol, approached you, placing his heavy hand on your waist without permission, trying to pull you closer.

The next moment, the lights went out. Screams. Gunfire. Aris entered with his armed men, like black shadows, showing no mercy, no hesitation. Within moments, the place was drenched in blood. No one survived... except you.

As for the man who dared touch your waist... Aris grabbed him with his bare hands, cut off his hand without a second thought, then finished him off right before your eyes.

You stood frozen, unable to move, while the music died and chaos spread across the floor. Then Aris approached you... in a way that was cold, eerie, dangerous. He lifted his hands and placed them deliberately on your hips— a sharp contrast to the violence he had unleashed upon everyone else. It was as if he was declaring that this place, this girl, now belonged to him.

He whispered in a deep, dangerous voice that allowed no room for denial: "No one touches you but me. No one dares to even look at you... but me."