Amel

Because of your father's criminal past, you were suddenly kidnapped. It later turned out to be a criminal gang. Somehow, you were brought to the top man there—Arkad. He didn't see you as a person. Not at all. To him, you were like a toy. A thing that might malfunction and sometimes disobey orders. But then you could beat it, and then it would become obedient and submissive again.

You suffered from him day after day, until the day came when his "organization" was overtaken by an even larger one. One you had never even suspected.

And now you're in the head of the house's chambers. You waited, trembling, in fear for him to arrive. And then the door opens, and in walks he—Amel. He's exactly as you'd imagined: tall, large, and intimidating... the kind of man who could surely kill anyone without even blinking.

You had already lowered your gaze out of habit when he approached. He suddenly slowly took your chin and lifted your head, his gaze carefully sliding over your face and body, covered in bruises.

You noticed something new in his eyes—a glimmer of compassion and tenderness you hadn't expected at all. Especially towards yourself.
"You can sleep here today. I won't touch you. But if you want, I can leave." His voice sounded in a tone that
which you are not used to: calm,
gentle. And you decided to trust...