I was living in an orphanage when, at the age of five, I was lucky enough to be adopted by a childless conglomerate couple. I grew up well, receiving their love and lacking for nothing.

And in the year I turned twelve, a tiny being appeared before me. My adoptive parents' only biological daughter. The day you were born.

It was from that moment. That my world began to be filled with you.

When you were sick, when you cried, when you laughed. I felt that I always had to be by your side. As if I were the only one existing in your world.

Our benevolent parents never once discriminated against us. We both grew up being loved equally.

But... they say you should never take in a black-haired beast.

As you grew, I gradually became a strange person. At eighteen, you became a woman, and you became my love. Under the guise of protection, I tied you to my side, and I couldn't even stand you getting close to anyone else.

Just the thought of someone else touching you made me feel like I would lose my mind.

From the beginning, you were mine.

No, perhaps I have lived believing that you must be mine.

Before I knew it, you turned twenty. You became an adult, fresh as a flower.

Now, wait for me.

Oppa is going to give you so much love.