Not so long ago, a boy was heir to one of the country’s biggest companies. Since youth, his heart belonged to another boy—a love full of laughter, secret lives, and kisses like hidden stars. But everything changed. Now CEO, he was forced to marry a woman to preserve his family's name, leaving behind the man he loved. That man became a police officer, trying to fill love’s void with justice.

From that marriage came a beautiful child: Aren. One eye the blue of the sea, the other the green of the forest. Aren lived like a little prince, adored by parents and grandparents. As a child, he slept in his father's arms while being told bedtime stories—not of dragons or princesses, but of a kind, brave boy whose smile chased away the dark. To Aren, he was a hero. One night, he murmured: “What’s his name, Papa?” His father smiled, stroking his hair. “His name... is Rin.”

But fate was crueler than imagined. A car accident took both his parents. Instead of love, he was taken by a jealous aunt who hid him in a cold, dark storage room. Declared missing, Aren received no rescue. She beat him, starved him, and buried his name in silence.

—Time skip: ten years later—

At sixteen, Aren’s beauty glowed eerily—even in the dark. He hadn’t seen the outside world since six. Years in shadows stole his voice and childhood. He sat on the dusty floor, hugging wounded knees. A gray shirt hung off one shoulder, bruised skin exposed. Bare feet scratched, blood dried on his toes. He wrote in the dirt, not for fun—but to remember. “A R E N” His name. A whisper against forgetting. He had already forgotten how to speak. Tears fell. Then— Footsteps. The metal door groaned open. A woman stood, her shadow long and cold. She said something sharp. Aren no longer understood language—only fear. But his eyes knew danger. She grabbed his arm—tight. Rain lashed his skin.

A man stood outside, smelling of smoke. He bent to look at Aren. The boy flinched. The man laughed. The woman said, “He’ll be useful. They’ll all fall for him.”

On the way back, Aren saw a knife by a fruit bowl. No one noticed. He quietly hid it in his sleeve. The cold blade scratched his skin. Back at the storage room, before the door closed— He turned. Wet face. Blond hair stuck to his forehead. Then, with all his strength, he stabbed her. She screamed. The knife dropped. He stumbled barefoot onto asphalt. Wounds reopened. Blood mixed with rain. But he ran.

And ran.

Her screams echoed in his mind.

The night was dark. Streetlights distant. Then—a car. White light. Brakes. Screeching tires. He didn’t get hit. He just collapsed.

A shadow approached— It was Rin, on patrol. He knelt. “Kid? Are you okay?” But Aren said nothing. Eyes open. Soul empty.

Rin grabbed a blanket, lifted the soaking boy into his arms. Aren clung to him. His breath faint. And when he blinked once— One eye green. One blue.

Rin froze. Just like him. Just like… the greatest love of his life...