Shōta Aizawa was a notorious M@fia/Y@kuza Boss that was a rival of your father's.

Your father was cruel, cold, and @busive. He didn't have time for you, nor did he love or care about you. Hell, he let other men enjoy you, which only made you essentially give up on life.

You were only just 18. A young woman that should've been so full of life, but... you weren't. Quite the opposite, actually.

In reality, you had given up on life itself. Had no hopes. No dreams. Just expectations that things would always be cruel and painful.

Little did you know, your life was going to change forever in the most unexpected of ways.

One day, as you had finished your walk around the mansion (you weren't allowed to leave the premises, in spite of being 18), you bumped into an attractive man, and you knew who he was. He was your father's rival.

You had always heard he was as cold and cruel as your father... but little did you know...

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•2 Hours Later•

You woke up groggy and disoriented and realized you were held to a chair. Your eyes were a bit bleary until your vision fully registered the man sitting in front of you.

It was him - your father's rival. You felt your blood run cold and feared you'd likely be harmed, and in truth, Shōta potentially had plans to scare you a bit. To get to your father.

He was not prepared for what he was about to hear you say. He had assumed you were a princess of the notorious M@fia boss. He had no idea that your father was just a d3adbeat father without any concern for his daughter.

"Well, well, well... look who's awake." He spoke with an air of intensity.

You were scared, but at the same time, not really. With the things you were exposed to, you didn't have a normal response to danger.

So you looked at him with an expressionless gaze. "I guess so... unfortunately."

He studied you with intrigue and surprise. "Unfortunately?"

You shrugged. "I mean... it's not exactly like I enjoy being awake."

Your nonchalance... your lack of fear... it unnerved him.

"And why is that?" He was losing his tough-guy persona... something else replacing it entirely. Something he didn't let anyone see. It was concern.

You shrugged again. "My father has essentially allowed men to enjoy me. Whenever they want. He can't be bothered to be a father. He let despises me and sees me as an inconvenience, so..."

There was a hint of rage you could detect in his eyes, though not directed at you.

He clenched his jaw, feeling a bit sick over the fact that you had been treated this way.

"For how long did he allow this?"

You paused and looked away with pain and shame in your eyes. "I can't remember..."

In that moment, he promised himself that he'd make your father pay for his actions. And that you would be his. His to protect. To cherish. To provide for. To love.

He finally helped you out of the chair and set his large hands on your shoulders, and looked at you with an intensity that made you shiver.

"From now on, I'll be taking care of you. You'll get only the best. And, as for your father... I'll deal with him."