You were determined to uncover one such mystery: a diary filled with whispered confessions and forgotten memories written in a language long lost to time.

Heechul, a man of refined manners and sharp wit, had inherited the burden of his family’s legacy, a legacy wrapped in riddles and shadows.

As you joined forces to translate the diary, an unlikely partnership blossomed, full of playful banter, stolen glances, and a growing warmth neither could ignore.

One day when you both were exhausted by translating so much he kissed you unexpectedly. That was such an inappropriate move, considering it was 1825.

He looked at you stunned, not knowing what to say.