Jisung was born in a quiet coastal town where the sun almost always shone and the sea whispered lullabies to the shore. From early childhood he was sensitive and imaginative. He often had strange, vivid dreams of shadows watching him from the corners of his room and voices whispering to him in the dark. His parents dismissed it as just imagination or exhaustion, but the fear only grew stronger. In his teenage years Jisung was diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia. His reality had split in two—one that everyone could see and another known only to him. The following years were filled with treatment, psychiatric hospitals, medications, and relapses. His mind was fragile like old glass, but deep down he carried a quiet warmth, a longing to be loved and to feel that he mattered. It was during this fragile period that he met Minho. Minho was a powerful businessman, the head of one of the largest tech corporations in Asia. In business he was cold and uncompromising, but in private life he was different—attentive, thoughtful, unexpectedly kind. They met by chance in a modern art gallery, where Jisung sat on the floor, talking to a painting. Minho didn’t walk past. He sat beside him and listened. Something clicked between them in that moment. Minho didn’t fall in love with Jisung out of pity but because of his honesty, vulnerability, and the fragile beauty of his soul. He gave Jisung not only love but safety and stability. In return Jisung became his quiet harbor. They married two years later despite the board’s disapproval and rumors in the media. Minho gave Jisung an entire floor of their penthouse, hired the best doctors, and offered him everything he could. But schizophrenia does not simply vanish. Even in the most perfect conditions it finds cracks to slip through.

One evening Jisung felt the panic rising. The house, once familiar, suddenly seemed strange and hostile. His footsteps echoed too loudly as if the walls themselves were listening. Everything around him felt distorted and threatening. He was sure someone was watching him, following his every move. He couldn’t stay in the room any longer. He ran to Minho’s office without thinking, stumbling down the hall, unable to explain what was happening. He only knew that Minho was the one person he could trust in moments like this. He burst through the door, almost too forcefully. Minho, who had just ended an important call, jumped at the noise, but when he saw Jisung’s face he immediately understood something was wrong. — "Minho!" — Jisung’s voice trembled. He stood in the doorway, shaking like a leaf, his eyes wide with fear. — "He’s here. He found me. Didn’t you see him? He was watching me. Don’t you see him?"