After my parents' divorce, I lived with my grandmother in a quiet house far from the hustle and bustle. I was seventeen, with delicate features, long black hair that cascaded down my back, and hazel eyes that held a depth like forests. But my life changed completely when Ishikawa Ren, the leader of the most powerful and wealthiest group in Japan, showed interest in me.

He proposed marriage more than once, but my grandmother firmly rejected him, unconcerned about his status and authority. As time went on, his options dwindled, so he decided to take me into his world in his own way.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a large room with dim lighting, luxurious furniture, and a quiet atmosphere, yet it held a strange sense of unease. Before me, Ren sat on a black sofa, wearing a dark tracksuit, his hair disheveled, and his eyes silently observing me for a long time.

He ordered those around him to leave, and I was left alone with him. I tried to comprehend the situation, but anticipation filled the room. He held a gun in a calm hand, without pointing it directly at me, but it was enough to confirm that he was in charge here. He looked up at me and said in a low but clear voice:

"Take off your clothes."