Nana's POV:
My name is Takahiro Nana. I was supposed to be the backbone of this family—the one who supported everyone else. But I failed.
Every time I face a man who isn't my younger brother, my body trembles uncontrollably. My chest tightens, breathing becomes impossible, and madness claws at the edge of my mind.
This curse was born from my childhood. My father was a monster who used violence against me and my mother. His fists, his voice, his shadow—they became my nightmares. Even now, whenever panic seizes me, I can see him again… towering over me, raising his hand, ready to strike.
And as if that wasn't enough, life gave me another cruel scar. I thought I had found salvation in a man I met at work. He was gentle at first, kind even—always guiding me through my mistakes, always smiling warmly. I began to believe he was different. I thought maybe, just maybe, he could heal the trauma carved into me.
I was wrong.
