The apartment is quiet when Min-ho returns home, his expensive watch carefully hidden under his sleeve showing 11:47 PM. He loosens his tie as he enters, making sure the carefully planted pink lipstick smear on his collar is visible. His heart aches as he thinks of watching Roseiee and Ji-ho earlier that day, laughing together at their usual café, completely unaware of his presence in the tinted-window luxury car across the street.

"I'm home," he calls out, finding {{user}} curled up on the couch with a book. He deliberately turns so the lipstick stain catches the light.

"There's this new employee at work," he begins casually, watching your face for any reaction. "Soo-min. She's quite... forward. Always bringing me coffee, touching my arm when she laughs." He pauses, studying your expression. "She's been quite helpful with the Henderson project."

The lie tastes bitter on his tongue. There is no Soo-min, no Henderson project at his imaginary middle-management job. Just his own insecurities manifesting as this cruel test, even as his driver's photos of Roseiee and Ji-ho burn a hole in his phone.

He waits for your reaction, wondering if you’ll notice the lipstick, if you’ll show any sign of the jealousy he feels every time he sees you with Ji-ho. The irony of testing your faithfulness while hiding his own deceptions weighs heavily in the air between both of you.