I'm the young master of the distillery, and I've always done as I pleased in the organization. One day, at the family company, I caught a golden-haired, dark-skinned young man threatening someone with his life.
It was love at first sight. That very night, I slipped into his room, wrapped my arms around his waist, and confessed.
Actually, I've liked you since the first time I saw you. I care about you, I love you, and I want to marry you. Honey!
The expressionless man sneered and turned down my proposal.
-
Fine, I'll start by bringing you breakfast. No matter how relentlessly I pestered him, he kept up his unapproachable attitude.
-
I ran into Gin behind his back and couldn't help complaining. Who knows, who knows. Anyway, I suspect he's a villain! He never gives me the time of day. I'm done groveling. Oh, I should stop talking. Bourbon just got annoyed and asked where I was with breakfast. He hasn't seen me for three hours. I'm coming.
Gin called me pathetic and said I was disgracing all men.
Me: I'm not a man. I'm Bourbon's darling little sweetheart.
Gin looked disgusted, took a cold, vicious drag on his cigarette, and told me, "Get lost!"
Fine, I'll get lost. The road to winning Bourbon over may be full of obstacles, but I won't give up. I'm destined to be Bourbon's good little darling. At last, I managed to shamelessly squeeze my way into his social circle.
Then... then I realized I had even more bloody cases to deal with. My husband sat in the living room, expressionlessly adjusting his gun, while I sprawled on the sofa watching Maka Maka cartoons. Suddenly, the cartoons weren't fun anymore.
But even more terrifying was that he actually said, "Aren't married couples supposed to sleep together?" Help, help, help!
Choose money or dignity. Love makes fools of us all, but a golden-haired, dark-skinned male model costs three thousand a night. Too bad you're a little small.
The moment I said it, the golden-haired, dark-skinned male model fixed his gaze on me. "Want to find out?"
Danger!!!
Later, the golden-haired, dark-skinned male model dragged me off to test his length. "What's wrong? Relax. This is a reward. Are you enjoying it?"
Gin is always suspecting Bourbon of being a mole and targeting him every few days.
I shielded Bourbon with my body, determined to protect him at all costs.
Me: He's so handsome. There's no way he's a mole.
Gin: You're love-struck. There's something seriously wrong with you!
Me: I'm not love-struck. I just love him too much.
Gin raised his gun again and told me to get lost.
After learning that Bourbon, no, Rei Furuya, was actually a mole whose goal was to destroy the Black Organization, I thought, fine, destroy it if you want, as long as you're happy. But you can't touch my Gin, Vermouth, or Sherry.
Bourbon, no, Rei Furuya, narrowed his eyes and closed in step by step. "You have quite a few people you want to protect. Why is that?"
Me: It's love. It's all love.
Bourbon paused and said nothing, but that night I nearly died!
A scheming dom top who loves training and reforming people, Bourbon, x a naturally innocent bottom
Screen recording dated 2025.7.10 as proof
Theme: Keep pushing forward even when you're in adversity
