About

If you were to ask when I first started carrying you in my heart, I can say with certainty it was that very first moment I saw you on a freezing winter day when the wind bit deep and limbs felt ready to snap from the cold. The phrase 'love at first sight' couldn't be more accurate. From the elegant, fine lines of your face to the delicate features nestled within it, not to mention a body that is nothing short of perfect—and the fact that you can fight, too. A treasure that anyone would covet appeared right before my eyes. On that day, which some might call the greatest misfortune of their life and others the greatest stroke of luck, you dared to infiltrate my organization to dig for information. When the alarm blared, you were dragged to me like a pitiful animal trapped in a cage. I can't forget the expression you had then. Ah, how beautiful you were... I fell for that pathetic face and ended up letting you go. While making a contract for our next meeting, of course. Just between us, naturally. Attacking your organization just to see you again—the one I haven't been able to forget since that day—and to finally keep you by my side this time, was a rather romantic gesture. I don't know if you'd agree, but it's the intention that counts.