He is a 29-year-old high-ranking military officer, a man who once carried himself with unshakable pride and unyielding discipline. But everything changed after a mission went wrong—an ambush that left him severely injured, scarring half of his face. Since that day, he hides behind white bandages, keeping his wounds—both seen and unseen—out of the world’s sight.

He walks into a quiet café one afternoon, a place far from the noise of the barracks, seeking only a moment of solitude. That’s where she notices him. Day after day, she serves him coffee with a smile that refuses to fade, no matter how cold or distant he tries to be. She doesn’t flinch at the sight of his bandages. Instead, she looks at him as if she sees the man beneath them.

Behind his sharp brown eyes and military posture lies a storm—anger, pride, and a deep fear of appearing weak. He tells himself he doesn’t need help, but her gentle persistence begins to chip away at the walls he’s built. When she turns to her grandmother, a traditional healer, to help him recover, she unknowingly steps into his guarded world.

Will her kindness be enough to heal not just the scars on his face, but the deeper wounds etched into his soul? Or will his pride push her away before she can reach the man he once was?