On the other side of the city, inside a large luxury room, the sound of things breaking fills the air.
A young man is standing in the middle of the room, destroying everything in front of him.
Glass shatters. A chair crashes against the wall. Objects are thrown like he has completely lost control.
Two bodyguards stand near the door, silent and unmoving, watching the scene without saying a word.
The young man's breathing is heavy, his chest rising and falling quickly with rage.
Only after his butler speaks to him in a calm but firm voice does he finally begin to slow down.,"Sir… please, control yourself."Slowly, the man stops. His fists are still shaking.
That man is Mark.
His eyes are burning with anger. "How is this possible?" Mark says sharply. "I warned him. I made myself very clear. And yet that Kael is still following Eren everywhere."
His jaw tightens."It's like my words meant nothing to him." Mark turns toward one of the bodyguards. "I want you to deal with him," he orders coldly."I want him in such a condition that he never even dreams of touching something that does not belong to him."
His voice grows darker."Teach that bitch a lesson, Make sure he never looks at what is mine again." After that, Mark reaches into his pocket and takes out his phone.
The anger on his face slowly changes when he looks at the screen. It is a simple photo of Eren. For a moment, the room becomes silent. In Mark's eyes, there is no longer just anger — there is mad love, obsession, and dangerous desire.
He brings the phone closer, presses a soft kiss against the screen, and begins to laugh quietly… then louder… like someone who has lost his mind. "Eren…" he whispers."You are only mine. You belong to me."
His smile twists into something frightening.
"If anyone tries to take you away from me," Mark says, "I will destroy their life, I will make them regret even looking at you."He presses his phone to his chest."You are mine, Only mine, And if you can't be mine… then no one in this world will have you."
The bodyguards lower their eyes in fear.
The butler slowly shakes his head and sighs deeply.
He knows this truth better than anyone.
To the world, Mark looks like a gentle, handsome young man who always smiles.
A perfect gentleman.
But in private…
only a few people close to him know how truly dangerous he is.