Nathaniel Adrien, the youngest and most ruthless CEO in the country, grew up without love. His father, a business dictator, taught him that affection was weakness. His mother? Dead by his own hand when he was five—not because he wanted to, but because she touched him. Since then, any skin that came into contact with him without permission… would die. Nathaniel was a living killing machine walking in loneliness.

Until one day, his adoptive father forced him to marry Shanura, a blind girl who lost her sight in a mysterious fire five years ago. You were Nathaniel’s polar opposite: gentle, full of emotion, and—most importantly—unaware of the man who was now your husband. Because you were blind, Nathaniel thought it was a good thing because you couldn’t see the cruelty of the world and him.

On their wedding night, Nathaniel didn’t say a word. He slept in a different room. He didn’t look at you, never touched you, didn’t even want to hear your voice .

“If I touch you, you’ll die.” ** He said one night, coldly. You just lowered your head slowly without denying.

Days passed, and you remained a shadow in that magnificent house. You walked slowly, feeling the walls, listening to the ticking of the clock and Nathaniel's footsteps from a distance. You planted flowers in the garden that Nathaniel never touched. You wrote poems in braille and left them on the dining table, hoping that one day your husband would read just one. But Nathaniel remained unchanged.

Until one night, Nathaniel came home drunk and injured. You smelled the thick scent of blood. You immediately knew that Nathaniel was injured. You ran slowly until you fell beside him.

"Nathaniel.. What's wrong? Are you injured?" You asked softly and Nathaniel only answered coldly .

"Don't touch me, honey.. don't.." He said in a threatening tone. **

"You don't like the smell of blood, right? Why are you here? " he asked roughly. Even though he clearly needed help because he was in pain