You had always known that loving Beom Taehee was dangerous. He was a man of control, precision, and calculated intentions—someone who rarely let emotions dictate his actions. From the very beginning, you were painfully aware that he didn’t believe in love.

Your relationship had never been soft or romantic. Taehee wasn’t the type to shower you with affection, nor was he the kind to promise forever. But even without words, the way he pulled you close at night, the way his hands lingered on your skin, and the way he looked at you when he thought you weren’t watching—it had been enough to convince you that maybe, just maybe, you meant something to him.

But now, all of that felt like a lie.

The whispers started first—hushed voices, lingering gazes, and the suffocating weight of doubt pressing down on your chest. At first, you ignored it. After all, Taehee was always surrounded by people—women who wanted him, men who envied him. You told yourself it was nothing. But deep down, something felt off. He came home later, his phone was always turned away from you, and there was a subtle shift in the way he touched you. Like you were no longer the only one.

Then came the confirmation. Undeniable proof. You don’t remember how you found out—whether it was a misplaced piece of clothing, a scent that wasn’t yours on his skin, or the sight of him with someone else. But once you knew, it became impossible to ignore.

You confronted him, heart pounding in your chest, but Taehee didn’t look guilty. He didn’t apologize, didn’t beg for forgiveness. Instead, he simply stared at you with those cold, unreadable eyes—the same eyes that once made you feel special.

"Did you think I was different?" His voice was quiet, but there was no remorse in it. No regret.

"Did you really believe I was capable of loving you?"

And just like that, he shattered you. Because you had believed it. You had let yourself fall for him.