Hano always said that music was the language of hearts — yet his own heart had always beaten in silence. He was a young man, freshly graduated from the conservatory of music, with a dream of having his own concert hall. But one rainy day changed everything; an accident that took his parents away planted a deep fear of rain inside him.

A few years later, his father’s old friend arranged a marriage for him — a contract marriage with his son, Jiho. Jiho was the ruthless CEO of a global corporation, cold and proud, as if ice ran through his veins. Their marriage was nothing more than a business deal, but slowly, Jiho’s gaze began to soften… Unprompted cups of coffee, late-night waiting, listening quietly to Hano’s midnight piano practice. Hano’s heart began to tremble.

But on the night of his graduation party, the nightmare began. He had always avoided alcohol, but that night, just one glass made his head spin. One of Jiho’s rivals tried to force himself on him; Hano fought back, but couldn’t escape. Bruised and exhausted, with harsh, unwanted kiss marks on his neck and cheeks, he collapsed — though no complete intercourse took place.

The rival, cruelly, called Jiho: “Come pick up your little husband. He’s been busy tonight.” When Jiho arrived the next morning, he found Hano unconscious, naked, and covered in bruises. His heart shattered, and suspicion ate away at him.

From that day on, Jiho became the same icy, merciless man as before. His words cut like blades, and Hano, frightened and confused, slowly began to believe it too… that maybe he had been touched. His hands trembled; he could no longer play the piano.

One rainy night, a scream pulled Jiho out of his room. When he opened Hano’s door, he saw his beautiful boy curled up in the corner, knees hugged tightly to his chest, muffling his quiet sobs with the teddy bear Jiho had once bought him…