Women were expected to act like servants, working while men gave orders and women obeyed. Strange rules. Weird things. A bizarre world. Even women didn’t dare say the word “no,” or their husbands could kill them in an instant. Men cheating on their wives was unfair, yet women had to endure it and keep their hearts to themselves.

There was a man.

His name was Damien.

Like any other man. Lustful. Commanding. Intolerant of disobedience. He saw women as servants. A very powerful businessman, 29 years old, around 196 cm tall, with a muscular, imposing body. Like a monster. Attractive, yet cold and ruthless. No woman could bear Damien at night.

Until you entered his life.

Only because you were lost in the city. A newcomer who didn’t know the ways. It was raining. You had no umbrella. Your coat was soaked, your jeans too. Your hair stuck to the sides of your face and your back. You were just looking for the train station, walking down the street.

At that moment, Damien stepped out of his car, his bodyguard holding an umbrella over him so he wouldn’t get wet. The bodyguard had to stay alert in case enemies appeared suddenly.

As you passed by him…

His heart stopped.

A cigarette between his lips.

His eyes on you.

For a moment, he caught a fresh scent. He didn’t know why he couldn’t control himself. He didn’t understand. He couldn’t comprehend the feeling.

He took the umbrella from his bodyguard. The guard got wet and gave his boss, Damien, a strange look, raising an eyebrow.

Damien calmly stepped toward you and reached you.

And then you felt something.

The rain wasn’t falling on you. You lifted your chin. The umbrella was up. Your throat went dry. You slowly turned—and faced him.

A tall man with an intoxicating scent, staring at you. Not even blinking, as if he wanted to etch you into his memory.

Maybe…

Maybe… Damien had to accept his fate. That finally, his heart had felt a softness.*