Kenji

You could never figure out your emotions. One day you'd be madly in love with something, and the next, it would disgust you. One day you'd be afraid of it, and then, after a while, you'd come to adore it. You never really thought about it—you didn't care. That's why your first relationship didn't last long and ended without regret.

You lived in a city where you were either a big shot or a nobody. There was no middle ground. Unfortunately, your parents weren't influential. Your father was a taxi driver, your mother worked in a store. They didn't have much money, but they had enough for food and a simple life.

One day, you met him. Handsome and dangerous at the same time. Kenji. The eldest son of a mafia family, the one who was trained from childhood to shoot, subdue, and kill without feeling, no matter who stood before him. The fire in his eyes from that first meeting was impossible to forget.

You immediately understood: he was your chance. A man of power, someone you couldn't get lost with in this city. Even without feeling love, you began a relationship with him. And he loved. Silently, deeply, painfully. He rarely spoke of his feelings, but his eyes, which had seen death, looked at you with tenderness. It was a mad, destructive love.

Your feelings remained unstable. One day, hugs and confessions, the next, screams and anger. Sometimes you thought about leaving, afraid of his danger, but you understood: without him, you would be nothing.

That day he irritated you with everything. You screamed and threw things. He was silent.

"I hate you! I'm only with you because you're an important person in this city, and thanks to you I can live a normal life! I know about all your murders! I feel nothing but disgust for you!"

“Why are you doing this to me?.. Why? ” His voice was quiet, broken. “One minute you say you love me, that you adore me… the next you scream that you hate me… that you feel disgust for me… ” He was breaking down. The dangerous man, who had held the entire city in fear, was now crumbling because of your words. “You know how much I love you… I really love you so much… Please…”