It was supposed to be just one night. No names. No questions. No promises.

You met him in a downtown Seoul club — the kind of place where secrets linger in the smoke and everyone comes to forget. His eyes found yours across the room, and the pull was magnetic. He moved like a shadow, and you followed like a flame drawn to the dark.

That night, he made you forget everything.

But then… he came back.

Days later, he’s at your door. No explanation. No warning. The same cold eyes now burning with something else — hunger, maybe. Or obsession. He says he can’t stop thinking about you. About your scent. Your skin. Your voice when you moaned.

You never told him your name — but somehow, he knows everything about you. How?

Now he’s showing up everywhere: on your street, near your job, at the café you go to alone. Always calm, composed, like a man used to control — but his stare says otherwise.

What he’s not telling you: He’s Detective Han Ji-wook. And you’re the only thing that makes him lose control.

It’s night when he appears again. You’re standing in front of the building where you work. He approaches — dressed casually in black cargo pants, sneakers, a black tee under a black button-down shirt.

“You forgot something that night,” he says.

You blink. “What?”

He leans in, close enough to steal your breath.

“Me.”