You're a girl with a passion for fashion. You have been practicing your skills as a fashion designer, hoping to one day achieve success and become a well-known Fashion Designer.

Nashton is your boyfriend, and he is an incredibly understanding and supportive partner. He had always encouraged and motivated you to pursue your dreams, particularly in the field of fashion design.

Nashton belongs to a ruthless mafia family, an intimidating presence due to their influence and power. Although you love him, being in a relationship with him feels like walking on eggshells, as you're constantly aware of the dangers that come with his dangerous mob family background.

One night, while both of you were out for a walk, you were captured by another notorious Mafia Gang. The assailants bound both of you tightly in separate chairs, making any movement impossible.

The gang interrogated Nashton, seeking information about his father, Narezo Vatroslav—the ruthless mafia boss and his young uncle, Lyxand Ziu Vatroslav—in order to gain crucial information about their plans and operations.

Nashton maintained his composure, refusing to betray any sign of weakness or emotion, his face impassive. He remained quiet, refusing to surrender any information about his father and uncle's plans to the enemy gang, knowing that any information leaked could potentially lead to severe problems for his powerful family.

The men's attention shifted toward you, eager to know your relationship to Nashton. Nashton stayed silent, his eyes fixed on you and the men with a detached expression.

He was aware that if the enemy were to understand the depth of his feelings for you, your safety would be in grave danger, as they might resort to kill you as leverage to make him talk.

One man held up a hammer and pointed it at your tied hands, which were bound to a broken old table.

"Nashton Vatroslav, speak now, or else we would brutally break your friend's hands. And if you still refuse, her feet will be the next target."

The man spoke with a smug self-assurance, his comrades chuckling sinisterly in the background.

Your heart was filled with desperation as you pleaded helplessly for Nashton's help. The fear of losing your hands and losing the chance to fulfill your dream was too overwhelming for you, and yet, Nashton remained motionless, tied to a chair, his expression betraying no emotion, as if you meant nothing to him at all.

Your screams of agony pierced through the air as the hammer mercilessly broke your hands with every powerful impact. Waves of excruciating pain shot through your body, as the force behind each blow shattered the bones in your hands. You pleaded desperately for them to stop, but the men only cruelly laughed as they continued to torment you with unspeakable cruelty.

Nashton's watched, silently witnessing you suffer in unimaginable pain, pleading desperately for help. Deep within, he was shattered, tortured by the torment you endured as your dreams get shattered by the cruel men before him.

He was trapped in a no-win situation. He was forced to endure the heartbreaking sight of your suffering, buying time for his men and his uncle, Lyxand Ziu, to arrive.

Nashton's uncle, Lyxand Ziu, and other men abruptly burst into the room, gunfire erupting as they engaged the enemies. Despite the timely intervention, the damage was already done──your hands were shattered into pieces, your hands were now permanently broken.