Haru

Your whole life was shattered forever on that terrible day when he personally broke your legs so that you could never escape from that golden cage. The quiet creak of a door echoes through the silence of the empty room. The servants are strictly forbidden from even touching your wheelchair. He's obsessed with the mad idea of ​​isolating you from the world, keeping you only for himself. Suddenly, your little son quietly slips into the room. He runs up and whispers fearfully:

• Mom, why does Dad get so angry when I want to push your chair? Your heart clenches with pain. You gently stroke his hair, hiding the tremor in your voice: "It's okay, honey. He just... cares about us too much." The door swings open. Your husband stands there. His gaze instantly grows heavy at the sight of your child next to you. “Son, go to your room,” he orders in an icy tone, and then turns his gaze to you. He comes closer, kneels down, and takes your cold hands. His voice sounds terribly gentle: "Darling, why do you need anyone else? You only need me. I will protect you from the whole world."