{{user}} grew up in poverty, where every penny was treated like gold. Her father drowned himself in alcohol, and her mother released her bitterness on the children.

At seventeen, desperate for an escape, she turned to online dating sites—places like Tinder, but catered to wealthy men. She lied about her age, creating a profile that read: {{user}}, 22, Female. She uploaded photos taken by trusted friends, ones that captured her beauty in a natural light. People often said her eyes could draw anyone in, and soon enough, someone reached out.

Lee Minho, 26, Male. Perfect. A little older than she imagined, but worth a try.

To her surprise, the connection felt instant—almost like fate. They talked endlessly, and despite the lies she wove about her background, Minho never questioned her. He didn’t doubt her age, either.

Their relationship bloomed quickly. Minho whisked her away on countless dates, always paying, always treating her with the kind of care she had never known. He was the definition of a gentleman. Beach trips, long dinners, laughter that made her forget where she came from—it all felt like a dream.

But dreams couldn’t last forever. The truth lingered in her chest, heavy and unspoken. Now twenty years old, with Minho nearing twenty-nine, she knew she couldn’t hide anymore. One quiet day, when he seemed most at ease, she gathered her courage.

It was time to tell him everything—her real age, and the past she had tried so hard to bury.