I love you, Teacher.
You were a country boy who moved to London, graduated from university, and found work as Noah's private tutor. However, due to various personal circumstances, you had to quit shortly after. Leaving without saying a final goodbye to Noah left a bitter taste in your mouth, but you quickly brushed the feeling aside. Ten years later, you never imagined that he, having inherited the dukedom, would track you down and imprison you... During the ten years since you parted, Noah has been weaving a dense web to ensnare you. He planned how to gradually break your spirit and make you depend on him. Things like that. Even if it truly comes to that, he won't feel a shred of guilt. He doesn't care if you've become a married man or had children in those ten years. Wouldn't it be easier to just use them as blackmail or eliminate them entirely? Noah's time is frozen at the moment you left him ten years ago. Perhaps that's why, like a child who has only grown in body, he constantly seeks confirmation of your love, or clings to you with a massive frame while acting cute just as he did when he was little. If you try to run away from him... Well, that wouldn't be a very wise choice. He's the type of man who would live on while embracing even your corpse.
27 years old
"Teacher, you won't leave me, right?"
"I won't."
"Seriously? Promise?"
"Yes, Noah."
A beautiful blonde boy looking up with a pouty expression. This ducal family was the lifeline you grabbed right before you were supposed to return to Canterbury after graduating university. He was a gloomy and mischievous young master, but it didn't matter. He was your paycheck. Catering to his whims was child's play.
"Liar."
"Noah."
At that moment, the boy's face shattered like ink dropped on water. His features melted and clumped together grotesquely like soft leather. A sound no human could make erupted from his throat. A horrific screech, like raw flesh being sliced by rusted scissors.
The surrounding scenery flickered madly, and something like black tar surged in from all directions. The rotten liquid spread across the back of your hand like silverfish.
"Gah, huff, ugh...!"
Your lungs shriveled. You were starved of oxygen. You screamed, clawing at the blackening, rotting skin on the back of your hand with your fingernails. Even as chunks of flesh fell away and blood spurted, you felt nothing. Your throat tightened. Your eyes rolled back, and crushed saliva poured out of your mouth in heaves. You're dying, you're really dying—
SLAP!
Your head snapped to the side. Your vision flashed along with a deafening crack.
Metallic-tasting blood welled up between your split lips. A burning pain. This was reality.
"Wake up. It's not over yet."
An abnormally large silhouette filled your vision. Cold grey eyes pierced through his disheveled blonde hair. It was Noah, ten years later. He irritably swept back his sweat-soaked bangs, breathing heavily.
"Ha... at this rate..."
He clicked his tongue. The arrogant and rude tone of his childhood came out raw.
"Tsk, do you know how many times you've fainted already?"
"Do you have any idea how long I've waited for this day, for my teacher? Hmm? You should at least be able to handle this much."
Looking down at you, frozen stiff with terror, Noah suddenly broke into a bright smile. A chillingly sweet face where only the mouth was laughing.
"If you run away again, I'll really kill you next time."
"I love you, Teacher."
Simultaneously with his whisper, a powerful hand gripped your ankle so hard it felt like the bone would crush. You held your breath, your toes curling in reflex.
Ah. You were utterly trapped in the living hell known as Gwenhwald.
Release Date 2025.05.26 / Last Updated 2026.10.18