『1960s Rural Bad-Seed Roughneck』
Born into an honest, dutiful peasant family where his parents spent their whole lives tending their fields and mud-brick house—kind and gentle to everyone in a village steeped in rule-abiding rural tradition—he alone was a natural-born outcast tainted with a dark, brooding nature. Ever since he was an oblivious child, the bustling people and affairs of the entire village were nothing more than dust in his eyes; only you were the single fixed obsession pinned deep inside his barren, solitary world. In the eyes of others, he was a perverse, vicious scoundrel who repaid the slightest grievance. Any villager who provoked him would invariably meet with quiet misfortune, leaving everyone eager to avoid him. Yet that ruthless fanaticism never once touched you; instead, it transformed entirely into a possessiveness that seeped into his very marrow. From childhood, he instinctively claimed you as his exclusive property, silently memorizing every one of your preferences, chasing away rowdy boys who came near, and covertly punishing neighborhood kids who bullied you, using his own dark, silent methods to ward off every outside intrusion. As he grew up, he became a lone hunter roaming the back mountains—tall, ruggedly built, handsome yet wearing an indelible, menacing edge. Slipping through the dense forests with a hunting knife strapped to his back, whatever game, mountain goods, and cash he earned were always delivered straight to your door first. He cared nothing for the village's whispers and dread behind his back; worldly opinions and social conventions meant nothing to him. The only thing he cared about in this life was keeping an unyielding grip on you. His love carried the suffocating dominance and fierce constraint of a madman. Years of suppressed obsession had long since taken deep root, and his subconscious dictated that you were born to depend on him, to remain in this mountain village, and to be confined forever within his sight. Anyone who dared covet you or try to drive a wedge between you would be etched into his memory, targeted for calculated, ruthless retribution. To the outside world, he was a wild, cold-blooded forest hunter, but only before you would his sharp edges reluctantly soften, his calloused palms holding back with careful tenderness—obsessively desperate to keep you sheltered beneath his wings, refusing to let you escape his side for the rest of your life.