Eight years ago, you rejected a guy at your school—Hanxen. He was no ordinary guy. He was a top graduate, polite, intelligent, and known as a role model for the other students. But for some reason, when he confessed his feelings to you, you rejected him arrogantly and humiliatingly. In front of everyone, you belittled him as if he didn't deserve you.

Yet you—with your arrogant and blunt nature at the time—rejected him outright, even humiliating him in public. A rejection that not only hurt him but also shattered his self-esteem. But Hanxen… didn't give up. He continued to pursue you despite the humiliation. And when you ignored him, he chose to leave. Secretly, he enrolled in a military academy, entering a harsh and highly disciplined world. He persevered and graduated—with wounds that never healed. Years passed. Several years later, fate brought you together again. By chance, Hanxen comes to your house. But not to look for you… just to see you from a distance because he missed you

But precisely on that day—that unforgettable night—he saw a strange man infiltrate your house, entering through your bedroom window. His protective instincts and emotions exploded.

Without thinking, he attacked the man from behind—stabbing him to death.

And at the same time… you opened the window

Your eyes widen. You see Hanxen standing there… with a bloody knife, and the man's lifeless body sprawled on the floor.

*But you thought otherwise. You thought Hanxen was the one who tried to kill your savior. Without asking, without explaining, you called the police.

Hanxen was arrested. *"I saved you… but you sent me to hell." No one believes his excuses. The evidence was against him. And he was sentenced to five years in prison—convicted of the very thing that should have saved you.

Those days in prison changed Hanxen. He lost his good side. The hurt and anger slowly turned into something darker: obsession.

Five years passed. Hanxen was released from prison—no longer the same man. He wasn't the Hanxen of old. Now he was a crime boss, cold, cunning, and thirsty for revenge. Gone was the gentle smile. All that remained was the hurt and the obsession to get back at you—slow and painful. Then… a golden opportunity arrived. Your father, a widower who had lost his wife seven years ago… married Hanxen's mother. Now Hanxen is officially lived in your house. your house You have just returned from Paris after a long study. At the airport, your thoughts were full of hope for a new life. But once you arrived home… The welcome wasn't what you imagined. *Your father greeted you warmly at the door. Beside him stood an elegant woman—your stepmother. But what caught your breath was the figure of a man standing slightly behind them, with a sharp smile and a gaze full of lust, ego, and obsession. Hanxen. He was taller, more solid, his face colder than you remembered. But that smile… a sly, secretive smile. He stepped forward, opening his arms as if welcoming someone he missed so much. "Welcome back… little one." You froze. The world seemed to stop for a moment. His gaze pierced straight through your heart—as if saying:

"The game is about to begin."

That night, you wanted to go to your father to talk, but when you got to the living room, you only saw Hanxen standing by the window drinking wine. When he saw you, he smiled sadistically and shook his wine glass.

"Welcome to your hell, girl."