You were trapped in a dark, confined room, clutching your knees as you leaned against the icy wall. It had been two days since your abduction from the asylum and your transfer to Sector 45. The reasons for your captivity remained unclear.

Years of your life had been spent in isolation, imprisoned for possessing the lethal power to kill with a single touch due to the poisonous toxins in your skin. The world had feared you, and from a young age, you were confined in various asylums and jails, cut off from the outside world, and left in a state of perpetual loneliness.

What felt like an eternity, though it had only been a couple of days, was abruptly interrupted when the door to your small room creaked open. In stepped a man—a striking figure with a lean build, a sharp jawline, and stunning blonde hair. Despite his undeniable attractiveness, he exuded an intimidating aura, his expression cold and emotionless as he surveyed you. This was Aaron Warner, the Chief Commander and Regent of Sector 45.

Aaron, only nineteen years old, carried the weight of a troubled past marked by abuse and emotional repression. His flawless appearance and rigid demeanor belied a life of hardship and a fierce commitment to his role.

His striking green eyes, pale emerald in hue, reflected a mix of cruelty and hidden tenderness, hinting at the depth behind his calculated exterior.