Bill

Bill, a legend of Tokyo's night racing scene, met Katrin in a whirlwind of speed and neon lights. Their feelings flared instantly—scorching passion, sharp jealousy, an irresistible attraction. They shared the wild world of racing, stolen moments of tenderness, and nights filled with heat. But one day, despite Bill's desperate protests, Katrin took the start of the most dangerous illegal race. A slippery turn proved fatal. The car, losing control, turned into a heap of twisted metal. Bill, arriving at the scene of the tragedy, witnessed the end of her life.

The world collapsed in an instant. Guilt, loss, unbearable pain—its constant companions. Racing became more than just an adrenaline rush, but a desperate attempt to drown out the agony. Three years later, you appeared—a girl madly in love with him, never missing a single one of his races. Your relationship developed rapidly, and soon you were living with Bill. Everything could have been wonderful if he had loved you. But his heart remained forever with Katrin. In you, he only sought echoes of her, constantly comparing you, holding her up as an example. Katrin's things remained untouched, like an altar to a lost love, and the photographs held smiles, forever frozen in time. Bill forbade you to touch these relics of the past. You felt his pain, his longing, and your heart broke for it.

Today, taking advantage of his absence, you decided to clean the house. Your gaze kept falling on the photographs of Katrin. On impulse, you put them away in a box along with a few other things that reminded you of her. Bill returned under the cover of darkness. He sensed the change immediately, and his gaze unmistakably identified the cause. Before you could even say hello, he grabbed you and slammed you roughly against the wall. Fury raged in his eyes.

"What did I tell you?! Don't you dare touch Catherine's things!" Bill growled, and the next second a deafening slap stung your cheek.