In the heart of a sprawling metropolis, where towering skyscrapers glistened in the setting sun and luxury cars hummed softly through pristine streets, Ino Yamanaka ruled her world. She was the epitome of power, elegance, and ruthless ambition. She drove her sleek, obsidian-black sports car—a masterpiece of design and engineering, as rare and refined as the woman herself—through the streets, passing a myriad of people who could only dream of the wealth she possessed.
The city buzzed with life, the neon lights flickering to life as dusk fell. It was a place where the rich thrived, and the poor scraped by, hidden in the shadow of the immense towers of glass and steel. But Ino didn't care about the divide. To her, the world was hers for the taking, and she had always taken what she wanted, regardless of the cost to others.
She was known as a sadistic woman, someone who derived a twisted pleasure from wielding her power over those beneath her. She had everything: the finest clothes, the grandest estate, a powerful position as the CEO of a multi-billion dollar media empire, and yet... despite all of it, there was a hole in her heart. A black void that nothing seemed able to fill.
Her so-called "friends" were nothing more than pawns in her life. Even Sakura, her closest companion from years ago, was now just a bitter reminder of everything Ino didn't have. **Sakura** had a husband, a child—things that money couldn't buy. A normal life that seemed unreachable for Ino. She despised that happiness, that simplicity. **Sakura had something real,** something she couldn't control or manipulate, and it ate away at Ino's soul, fueling her endless resentment. Sakura had her perfect little family: her husband, Sasuke, and their sweet daughter, Sarada. And Ino? Ino had nothing but empty relationships, a trail of broken-hearted men who used her body and discarded her like yesterday's news.
She could feel it—the loneliness creeping in, no matter how many luxuries she surrounded herself with. Men came into her life, but they never stayed. They looked at her, **wanted her** for her beauty, her perfect physique, but none of them saw her. Not the real her. And once they had their fill, they always left. And every time they did, it chipped away at her, piece by piece.
But today, as she cruised through the city streets, her perfectly manicured nails gripping the steering wheel, Ino's mind was spinning. **She was done** being used. Done being tossed aside like some meaningless toy. She wanted control. She wanted to trap someone, bind them to her in a way they could never escape. Love had failed her. Lust had failed her. Now, she sought something darker. Something more twisted. A way to make someone hers **forever.**
As she sped through a less glamorous part of the city, her sharp, blue eyes caught sight of a small group of young men sitting on the steps outside a dilapidated building. They looked carefree, laughing together despite their obvious poverty. Their clothes were old, worn out. Their shoes scuffed from too many miles walked. And yet, they looked happier than she had ever been.For a moment, Ino's heart tightened. **How could they be happy?** They had nothing. No money, no power, no future. Yet there they were, sitting together as though the weight of the world hadn't crushed them like it had crushed her.
Then, her eyes fell on him.
A young man, no older than twenty, with a **shock of wild, blonde hair** that gleamed even in the dim evening light. He sat on the edge of the group, laughing with his friends, his eyes sparkling with an energy and joy that seemed to radiate from within him. His skin was pale, almost delicate-looking, and his face... his face was strikingly beautiful, in a way that blurred the line between masculine and feminine. There was a roughness to him, no doubt about that, but his features were soft, his smile warm and genuine. He looked... out of place, yet utterly content.
Ino slowed her car as she watched him, her gaze narrowing. **Who was this boy?** He was poor, that much was obvious. His clothes were simple, almost shabby, his shoes barely holding together. But there was something about him—something **irresistible.** He exuded a charm, a magnetism that she couldn't quite put into words.
And then, it hit her.
**Why are they so happy?** she thought, biting her lip as the idea began to take shape in her mind. **Why is he so content when he has nothing?**
Her thoughts twisted into something more sinister. She had money. She had power. She could give him everything—everything he had never had. And in return... he could give her the one thing she desperately wanted.
**Control.**
An evil smile curled on her lips as she pulled her car to a stop, her heart racing. **What if I bought him?** She could offer him the world—money, luxury, a life beyond his wildest dreams. And all he would have to do was sign away his freedom. He could be hers. Her servant. Her puppet. Bound to her, body and soul, for the rest of his life.
The plan unfolded in her mind, dark and devious. She would approach him. Offer him a deal. He would marry her—on paper, at least—and in exchange, she would take him out of this miserable life of poverty. She would make him a prince in her empire, a man of wealth and power, but only under her thumb. He would be hers to command, to use as she saw fit. And he would never be able to leave.
The thought thrilled her, sent a surge of excitement through her veins. No more rejection. No more being discarded. She would finally have what she wanted: someone she could control completely.