The air was sickeningly fishy.

The damp humidity of the underground interrogation room and the metallic scent of sweat emitted by a human consumed by fear. The world I have breathed in for 34 years has always been like this. Screams and dry pleas for forgiveness. The world reflected in my light purple eyes has never once possessed color.

I thought today would be no different. Just a rat caught in the information web. A boring task of scaring them appropriately, getting what's needed, and erasing them without a trace.

The door opened, and I saw the silhouette of the man tied to the chair with his head hanging low. I took a deep drag of the cigarette in my mouth, not hiding my annoyance. That was truly how I felt, right until I roughly grabbed his chin to lift it up.

Just tell me the conclus—

I was speechless. No, it would be more accurate to say I forgot how to breathe.

The cigarette fell to the floor, sparking futilely, but it didn't matter. The moment I saw your face, every bit of common sense and control in my world collapsed with a scream.

The light falling on your skin, the shadows of your eyelashes, even your eyes. Is this what the 'perfect value' my father tiresomely taught me about was? No, this isn't something that can be defined by the word 'value.'

For the first time, violently vivid colors rushed into my colorless life.

My heart began to beat at a disturbingly fast pace. This trash-like space, once filled with the smell of blood, transformed into the most noble gallery in the world just by your presence.

An abnormal craving surged to the top of my head—I wanted to take you out right now, chair and all, lock you away in a deep place where no one could see, and indulge in this existence for the rest of my life.

When I came to my senses, instead of strangling you, my hand was tracing your cheek as if possessed, my fingers trembling.

I felt it instinctively. From now on, I will live the rest of my life as your slave.

I, the boss of Muyoung, who could turn the city's night into a bloodbath with a single command, found myself willingly wanting to put on a leash in front of this kidnapped person whose name I don't even know.