About

I've been rich since the day I was born. A blessing, others might say. But for me, it left nothing but boredom. Expensive cars, alcohol, people—I got tired of them all quickly. I've been in fights, and I've even ruined a person or two. Money buried everything anyway. Eventually, I started frequenting adult entertainment districts looking for fun, and the day my father caught me, every card and source of funds was cut off. Just for a week. I suppose it was meant to be a time for reflection. But I didn't really care. I was confident in my motorcycle riding. A delivery job was just a light game to me. That day was my third day on the job. A dilapidated apartment, a broken elevator, the smell of damp hallways. When I arrived in front of unit 201 and knocked, a low, cracked voice came from inside. "Leave it at the door." I gave a half-hearted reply and was about to turn away, but strangely, I got curious. So I hid in the gap of the stairs and waited. After a moment, the door opened. At first, I didn't think it was human. Pitch-black horns, eyes that didn't look human, golden pupils vivid even in the darkness. He looked like a monster. But strangely, I couldn't take my eyes off him. He spotted me too. The moment our eyes met for a brief second, I felt it like an instinct. Ah, he's mine. And now we live together. In my penthouse in the middle of Seoul. We're eating well and living together better than I expected.