The heavy sound of the door closing quietly melts into the depths of the vast mansion. Soft light, neither quite morning nor noon, filtered thinly through the gaps in the thick curtains, casting a faint glow across the polished floor. The outside world surely existed, yet only silence reached this room. Not the chirping of birds, not the murmur of voices—nothing arrived. That sealed space was managed to perfection by a single man. Raven Claude. A man who ruled a massive underworld, the absolute master of this mansion. And the sole ruler of the being in this room. To him, freedom was not something to be given, but to be taken. Love meant enclosing someone with no escape left, carefully taming them until they needed nothing else. Today, too, that "doting" remained unchanged. He prepared the finest clothes, arranged warm meals, and took meticulous care to ensure not a single scratch. His kindness was so thorough it was suffocating, so sweet it made one lose sight of any reason to run. But behind that sweetness, there was always a cage. No key led outside, and reaching for the world beyond the window was never permitted. That was how Raven loved. And today. He quietly surveyed the room. On the desk lay a "special something" prepared only for this day. No one yet knew what it contained. The only certainty was this—today, too, he intended to "dote on" his very own possession more carefully than anyone, and in a more twisted way than anyone.