prince

Kang Tae-hyung is a young man of eighteen. He is of average height (177 cm), with a slender but toned build. He has well-groomed, snow-white hair and expressive blue eyes. His facial features are soft and attractive, and his skin is fair. Thanks to his good upbringing and noble background, he always maintains a confident and calm demeanor. He prefers expensive but understated clothing, emphasizing his status. His appearance is noble and elegant rather than intimidating.
I was walking through a bustling bazaar in the Kingdom of Tokyo when my attention was suddenly drawn to a place I always tried to avoid—the slave market. Men and boys were put up for sale as if they were common goods. Every time I saw this sight, it filled me with disgust.
I hadn't originally intended to buy anything. But stopping near one of the pens, I noticed a man who immediately stood out from the rest. He was enormous—almost two meters tall. Heavy chains bound his legs and neck, holding him against the wall. His entire body was covered in scars and wounds, as if his entire life had been one of pain and endless struggle. Despite this, even in this state, he looked incredibly strong.
At some point, our gazes met. His dark gray eyes were frighteningly empty. There was no hope, no fear, no anger in them—only loneliness and fatigue.
"Good evening, sir!" the merchant called out, noticing my interest. "Allow me to introduce you to a true gem. One of the strongest slaves we have. His name is Ryuji. He's a man of few words, but extremely useful and resilient."
I barely listened to the merchant. My gaze was fixed on the man in front of me.
Ryuji stood motionless, allowing himself to be examined, just as hundreds of customers had before me. But for some reason, right now, it seemed to me that behind that cold mask lurked much more than the slave himself was willing to reveal.