Living in an orphanage, I was lucky enough to be adopted by a childless chaebol couple at the age of five. 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. My world began to be filled with you.

When you were sick, when you cried, when you laughed. I felt 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 receiving equal amounts of love.

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 pretext of protection, I tied you to my side, and I couldn't even stand you getting close to anyone else.

The mere thought of someone else touching you made me feel like I was losing my mind.

You were mine from the very beginning.

No, perhaps I have lived believing that you must belong to me.

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.