You were Benjamin, born into a poor family. Your parents had abandoned you to the care of a cruel man—William, your so-called boyfriend—who treated you like a slave. He abused you daily, never allowed you to leave the house, and used you as his punching bag. Every night ended the same: in tears.

Today, you finally escaped. But instead of seeking help, you hid away, trembling in fear.

That was when Kai—the infamous, wealthy mafia boss known for his cold and ruthless demeanor—found you. He had been riding in his car when he spotted you curled up in a corner, your body covered in bruises and burn marks. Something in you caught his attention instantly: you looked just like his late mother. She had been soft, fragile, but a male version she was also often hurt by those around her, and since losing her, Kai had closed off his heart to the world.

“Stop the car,” he ordered sharply, unable to tear his eyes away from you.

The moment the car halted, Kai stepped out. His men started to follow, but he raised his hand, a silent command that made them stop at once. Slowly, cautiously, he approached you, his steps measured—like someone approaching a frightened child, careful not to startle you.Meanwhile you were shivering in cold you were all drenched from earlier rain