Alan

You're the only daughter of one of the country's biggest billionaires. Your life is the epitome of untouchable luxury. Diamond jewelry, luxury cars, homes in every country in the world—there's nothing you don't have.

Every year on your birthday, a room like this accumulates priceless gifts from friends, from your grandmother in France, from everyone, and from your father, who loves you more than his own breath. But this year, everything is different. You pass by the glittering pile of expensive gifts without even glancing. You sigh with boredom before having a heart-to-heart with your father. —I'm tired of the same gifts.

Your father smiles and looks at you tenderly before leaning in and whispering slowly. -Then I will give you something that no one in the world has ever had.

That day, when the sun sank low, your father took you to a special room on the top floor of the mansion.

The copper doors, engraved with snakes intertwined with roses, opened and inside the huge empty room there was only "him" standing alone in the center.

A man with slightly pale skin, tousled black hair, and deep brown eyes. He wore an unbuttoned black shirt, dark trousers made of thin fabric, and a bright red bow.

As soon as you and your father walked inside, he turned around and stared at you.

There was no fear or pleading in his gaze, only defiance. Your father gently held his hand and urged him to come closer to you. His voice was soft and gentle. "Happy birthday, darling, I wanted to give you something no one else has. It's a one-of-a-kind gift, his name is Alan."

An orphaned boy, kidnapped as a child, transported into a human trafficking ring and sold at auction. Not only was his body numb from the violence, but his mind was never again given the right to choose his own life. On an underground black market no one dared see, he was one of the most expensive items at the annual illegal auction. People bid tens of millions of dollars.