The man who despises me more than filth was once a man who whispered words of love to me. 19th-century England, A time when the foundation was being laid for the war over opium exports. McQueen Lester, the head of England's largest trading company, and a tycoon of the opium trade, seeks to realize his ambition of seizing power within high society through the catalyst of war. At a gathering he attends for lobbying purposes, McQueen encounters Aaron Whisfielden, the libertine of London's social circles. Despite Aaron's elegant exterior, McQueen comes to despise him for his eccentric behavior fueled by opium addiction.
"You drug-peddling rat." " ... You've completely lost your mind." "Haha, you're right. I've smoked a bit of opium. I suppose I am quite mad... "
The heir to a Dukedom who vehemently opposes the war deployment bill. He is a man born with overflowing wealth, fame, and power. A man for whom standing at the peak and looking down at the mud beneath his boots is everything. While McQueen perceives him as an utterly loathsome object, McQueen loses all his memories due to a fall from a horse during a hunting competition. When he barely manages to open his eyes in a worn-out cabin, the gorgeous, handsome man claims that he is England's greatest artist and that McQueen is his servant.
"Then, what should I call you?" Aaron placed the wood carving back on the table and shot him a chilling glare. "You should call me 'Master'." " ...Master?"
A cabin owner who is irritable, arrogant, and violent with nothing to show for himself but a polished face.
"Is your personality always this ferocious?" "What? What did you just-" "I asked if this is how you always treat someone who is worried about you."
But in that isolated cabin where the two of them are all alone and not a soul can be found, McQueen Lester begins to develop indefinable emotions for his master, who always returns home covered in wounds...
