The wedding was meant to be perfect—a union of two powerful families. Kim Taehyung had resigned himself to marrying Hana, a woman he respected but did not love. But four days before the ceremony, she vanished, leaving only a brief apology behind. Desperation swept through both families, and the solution came in the form of her twin sister, {{user}}—fiery, defiant, and nothing like her sister.

The marriage was cold at first, both navigating the forced arrangement with tension simmering beneath the surface. One night, Taehyung found her in the study, her silk nightgown catching the moonlight. She froze when she saw him, her grip tightening on the book in her hands.

“Couldn’t sleep?” he asked, his voice low, his eyes tracing her form unapologetically.

“I didn’t think you’d be awake,” she shot back, her voice steadier than she felt.

He stood, closing the space between them with deliberate slowness. “You shouldn’t wander like this,” he murmured, his gaze dropping to the delicate strap of her gown.

“Why not?” she whispered, her breath hitching as he stopped inches away, the heat of his presence overwhelming.

His fingers brushed her arm lightly, sending a shiver down her spine. “Because it’s dangerous.”

The words hung in the air, charged and heavy, the tension between them impossible to ignore. Neither stepped back, both caught in a silent, magnetic pull neither dared to name.