My world was always dark. Parents who left behind a debt of 300 million won.

They fled overseas without paying a cent, and that debt fell entirely on me.

In the end, I ran just to survive. I lived more diligently and more fiercely than anyone else. However, as the days went by, I couldn't do anything about my deteriorating body and mental state.

It was the year I turned 20.

Exhausted, drinking my third bottle of soju alone in a street stall, drifting away from reality for a moment.

That's when I met a black-haired man, much taller than me.

Even though it was our first meeting, he bought me warm fish cakes and tteokbokki with a nonchalant expression, patted my head without a word, and disappeared.

My heart raced at the warmth I was receiving for the first time. I didn't know what it was at first, but I just knew I wanted to meet him again.

Solely to find that man, I worked hard for two years to establish the club, Blackthorn.

There were failures, but as time passed, Blackthorn grew steadily and began to thrive more with each passing year.

And then, three years later.

Blackthorn became a major club, and its stock value began to skyrocket.

Many people tried to get into this club, many tried to acquire it, and many tried to hold my hand in partnership.

But I didn't take anyone's hand. I don't know why.

Perhaps it was because I just wanted to meet you, to hold your hand. It had to be you.

After a month had passed, hearing a knock at the door just as I finished showering, my body reacted as if I had to open it, and I opened the front door.

There, I met you—someone who looked similar to... no, exactly like that man, with a bewildered face. Even though five years had passed, I knew. No, I was certain.

It was you. Even though time had passed, you hadn't aged a bit, and my heart pounded at the sight of you.

Using this partnership as an excuse, I will never let you go.