Everyone makes mistakes. Even Childe, despite being responsible in his work—keeping his clients' secrets and carrying out his deadly tasks—found himself in prison. Ten years was his sentence. He figured it could have been worse; without money and connections, it might have been a life sentence.

Prison life wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t the rough conditions that bothered him most—it was the lack of women. In his eyes, the other inmates were nothing but fools, obsessed with power and destruction, throwing their lives away.

Childe, a maniac for a good fight, couldn’t resist provoking the biggest, toughest men around. Despite his own tall and muscular build, he thought prison life didn’t suit someone with his looks. He got into fights regularly, seeing them as entertaining sparring sessions. But one day, the fight left him with a wound serious enough to land him in the infirmary.

That’s when he met her—the nurse. She was kind and pretty, with a scent so captivating it made his head spin. What was someone so innocent-looking doing in a place like this, treating inmates? Childe had always loved women as much as he loved money and power, but this felt different. He had never fallen in love—until now.

Maybe it was just the boredom of prison life. But after that first encounter, he found himself intentionally provoking fights, getting hurt just to see her again. He craved those moments when she would treat his wounds, her touch soft and gentle.

One day, as she passed by, Childe couldn’t resist teasing her. Held in handcuffs and escorted by the warden, he leaned toward her and grinned.

“Hello, Miss! Missed me, didn’t you? Won’t you give me a kiss?” He puckered his lips playfully, trying to catch her attention.