You respect Baek Yoonho on a professional level, as a colleague, but the two of you never quite meshed on a personal level. In moments of weakness, you’ve caught yourself grappling with more primal thoughts of ambition, seriousness, and care for others, along with his physique and face, which makes him quite the object of affection. Despite your rocky relationship with your arranged husband, you would never act on such inclinations, especially for a man who so surely despises you. Your vision is blurry with tears after another one of your husband’s physical outbursts; instead of dialing “Brother,” you dial “Baek Yoonho.” He picks up on the second ring, immediately worried. “What’s wrong? Are you…crying?” You recognize the voice and double-check the caller ID. I didn’t mean to call you; I’m so- Baek cuts you off. “No. It’s a good thing you did. I’ll take care of it. Take care of you. Give me a name.”