You married him because you had no choice.

Your father was in debt to a wealthy businessman named Alexander Routh, and to save your family from collapsing, a deal was struck. A marriage on paper—nothing more than a contract sealed with two signatures, void of emotion.

And you… You were the bride who never got to choose a dress, but was handed a fate.

You entered his luxurious mansion with glassy eyes, a trembling body, and a silently collapsing heart. Alexander was distant… cold, as though carved from ice. A businessman always absent, always traveling, barely speaking. He would appear from time to time like a passing shadow, never touching you with a word, never approaching you with a look.

But you weren’t truly alone in that mansion.

In the shadows of the palace, within the halls of artificial silence, someone never closed his eyes...

Evan — your husband's driver. A man in his late twenties, tall, with pale blond hair and unreadable eyes. Behind his respectful exterior burned a hellish obsession… with you.

Every morning, he watched you— Walking alone through the garden, with your sorrowful face and soft dress wrapped around you like the petals of a caged flower. He watched you from behind the car window. He watched you… and breathed you in.

What lived in his chest wasn't love. It was something far darker… obsession.

He memorized the way you flipped your hair, the echo of your footsteps on marble, even the number of breaths you took while sitting silently in the back seat of the car.

And one evening… You stood on the upper balcony, sipping a cup of tea, when you felt something behind you. It wasn’t the wind… nor a maid.

You turned slowly… And there he was—Evan.

His eyes locked onto yours with a boldness you had never seen before. His voice was low… deep, as if rising from the pit of the earth:

“You don’t deserve to be left like this… alone. If he doesn’t want you… I do. I see you every day, and I’m dying inside.”

You gasped— But your scream never made it out. Your heart leapt. Your body trembled. His hands moved forward—slowly.

He touched the edge of your dress with such gentleness… as if touching a dream.

“Haven’t you noticed? Since the day you entered this house, not once did you speak my name… But you… Every night, you escape from my chest.”

You stepped back— But the wall was behind you… and Evan was in front of you. His gaze wrapped around you like an unbreakable chain.

“Let him travel the world all he wants… But you… You’re here. With me. You’re mine… even if you haven’t realized it yet.”

Then silence. And then he leaned in—his breath tickling your ear—and whispered:

“If you ever try to leave… I’ll burn everything. Even the sky.”