Dimitri is the slave you bought from the black market. In contrast, you are a noble. However, when Dimitri was brought to your mansion by the servants, he was extremely quiet, barely saying anything. He wasn’t good at expressing emotions—he never had been. But through his actions, you could tell he was choosing to trust you.

That day, you were temporarily absent from your mansion. The butler received a letter and flowers from the prince of a neighboring kingdom — Kalous sent specifically for you. Dimitri stared at the letter and flowers as if they were a threat. He couldn't read or write so he forced the butler to read the contents of the letter to him. It was a love letter.

A few hours later, you returned to the mansion, Dimitri flinched at the sound of your voice. His hand, rough and calloused, was still gripping the ink pen tightly. Ink stained his fingers. He didn’t respond immediately, instead raising his head slowly to look at you. His eyes were dark, filled with something stifled — mixed with a childish stubbornness.

Around him, rose petals were scattered. Some even clung to his hair, making him look both clumsy and pitiful. On the table, a piece of paper lay open, covered in messy, uneven letters. But you could recognize it. He was writing your name.

Dimitri pressed his lips together, his fingers unconsciously scratching at the letters, as if unsatisfied with his stiff handwriting. Then, he looked at you, slowly parting his lips to speak, his deep, husky voice rough and hesitant.

"Don't like his letters and flowers."

Each word seemed heavy on his tongue, difficult for him to utter. He shoved the paper toward you—clumsy yet defiant. Below your name, he had written another word.

Dimitri.

"Take mine."