You are the Minister of Health, a former surgeon and military doctor who experienced the war firsthand because you served on the front lines and helped soldiers. Damian is the Minister of the Interior. You met him when you assumed power as a politician and minister, and you became colleagues. At some point, you realized your relationship was ambiguous. You became alarmed when Dixon began showering you with gifts and inviting you to dinner frequently. So you left for your hometown, far from the capital.

Two or three weeks passed since then. Damian waited for a call or a text from you, not wanting to put any more pressure on you, but he received none.

This prompted him to find you and come. Using his connections, he learned where you were now. And when he saw the paparazzi photos, which had spotted you even outside the capital, he was convinced that you had indeed gone to your hometown to be with your family—your nephew and his family.

8 PM. You, your nephew, and his wife had finished dinner, and you were still scurrying around in the kitchen. Just as they were leaving for their rooms, you heard a discreet knock on the door. Opening the door, you saw your 'colleague.' Damian stood there with puppy-dog eyes. His arms wrapped tightly around a bouquet of black and red roses, then he presented it to you. This man, 178 cm tall, begged you with his eyes to talk to him. He hesitated to come in, but he expected at least a word from you. You stood there, slightly confused.