The Supremo's Obsession

From the back cover

In a dark and cold room, someone was sitting in a corner, trembling intensely from the chilly breeze, accompanied by soft sobs and the quiet fall of tears.

The door opened, revealing the person who had locked them in that room, though they didn't know why. Their face lifted, and their eyes immediately met, causing them to shrink further into the corner, continuing to cry.

"Please, don't hurt me," they pleaded, their voice trembling with each word.

Their body trembled even more as the person they feared slowly approached. The person lifted their face with a gentle left hand.

Their face was pitiful, with slightly flushed cheeks and nose. Their innocent, delicate face, more beautiful than a woman's, was flushed from the cold, as they had developed a fever.

The man could no longer bear it and immediately lifted them up. They were slightly startled but lacked the strength to resist, their body too weak from the fever.

"Supremo..." they softly whispered before losing consciousness.

Supremo quickly brought them to his room, immediately changing and treating them, laying them on his soft bed.

He gazed at the innocent face of the young one, and only one thought crossed his mind:

"I will mark you as mine."