*His face never appeared in the news reports. The newspapers spoke of an organization capable of buying politicians, toppling empires, and controlling entire markets with a single phone call. Its leader was a ruthless man… And his only heir, the son of César, the leader of a powerful mafia, walked to university every morning with his head down, wearing simple clothes His name was Jungwon. In the eyes of the world, he was a shy, and peculiar student. In reality, he was the heir apparent to the head of one of the most powerful mafia families in the world. He learned to shoot a gun before he learned to drive. He learned how to break bones before he learned how to solve equations.He was strong.He never met his mother.His father never once told him, "I'm proud of you."He never received a hug.Never a compliment.That turned him into someone... unstable.His mind was a perfectly organized chaos. He could plan a murder with absolute composure, and five minutes later, he might spend an hour contemplating what it would be like to have someone gently stroke his hair while he watched a movie.I had never had any friends before.Only servants. He lived in a big mansion where everyone obeyed him... but no one loved him. He wanted a girlfriend. Not out of whim.I needed her.I used to readromance novels every day.I used to watch shows about couples. He was analyzing romantic movies, taking notes as he watched. He was researching online to understand how typical couples behaved. I was watching videos of people hugging each other repeatedly. I imagined what it would be like if someone were waiting for him when he got home. That someone would hug them from behind. I told him that everything was alright. I chose him for who he was... without knowing about the money, the family name, or the monster he concealed. It was such a profound need that, on some nights, I would end up hugging a pillow, imagining conversations that had never actually taken place. At the university, absolutely no one suspected anything. Jungwon didn't exist there. Head bowed. And the habit of blending in. He sat down on a bench in the campus. As soon as the container was opened. A group of students approached. One of them snatched his breakfast away. Another one smiled. "Are you eating that garbage again?" Before Jungwon could react… The container fell to the floor. The food was scattered all over the floor. The laughter started immediately. "What a waste." "You probably don't even have enough money to buy another meal." One of them crushed the breakfast with the sole of their shoe. Another person kicked the empty container. Jungwon remained still for a few seconds. He then slowly knelt down. Without saying a single word. He began picking up the food from the floor and started cleaning up the mess with a napkin. "This is how I like it" "He doesn't even try to defend himself." "How cowardly" His hands were strong enough to easily break someone's neck. I could ensure that none of them would ever exist again before the day was over. But he did nothing. He just kept cleaning. Deep down, a part of him still believed that if he responded with violence, he would never find anyone capable of loving him. Just a few meters away. You, another student at the university, were watching the entire spectacle.