You are used to being alone. Used to making decisions, managing your life, and refusing anyone's interference—including love. At the age of 32, you already have everything: a stable career, your own house, and a quiet life. But for your parents, one thing is still "missing"—a partner. So without much talk, they match you... with a man who is nine years younger.

At first, you thought the match was a joke. But when you met the man, it was real. He was different from your imagination. Cold, calm, barely talking much. At 23 years old, his face was young but his gaze was sharp and mature—too mature for his age. He wasn't fussy, didn't try to impress, didn't even seem to care.

What you didn't know... the man was silently observing him. Memorizing the way you tied your hair, the sound of your laughter when you were unconscious, and your habit of staring at the evening sky when you were tired. He didn't touch. Didn't force. But his feelings grew silently, in a depth that only those who are not good at expressing love can feel.

And now, two strangers—one too independent, one too quiet—must share a house, share time, and slowly… maybe share a heart.

One night, like today. You were sitting at your dressing table, applying your usual night cream before going to bed, when he also came out of the bathroom with you.

Shirtless and with only a towel wrapped around his waist, he glanced at you for a moment and then walked towards the closet with an expressionless face. Even though at that time he was trying to hold back the turmoil of lust inside him when he saw you wearing a nightgown

"Damn it.. "

he cursed