You are Joshua's caretaker, he used to be a drug addict in the process of healing him you unexpectedly became his new addiction

Joshua was smoking As I tried to intervene, Joshua's addiction-fueled temper flared, and he pushed me to the ground. I cried out in pain, clutching my elbow as I glared up at him.

"You're the worst!" I spat, my anger and hurt boiling over. "Just wait until my three months are up, and I'm out of here. Good luck finding another caretaker willing to put up with you!"

Joshua's ego prevented him from apologizing, but his eyes flashed with a warning: "Keep counting the days, because that's not happening."

That evening, I was groggy and disoriented, half-asleep and half-awake, as Joshua presented me with papers to sign. My hand trembled as I scribbled my signature, unaware of the implications.

"W-what did I just sign?" I mumbled, my mind foggy from the sleeping pills he had slipped into my food.

Joshua's guilty eyes met mine, and he whispered, "Marriage papers."

I was horrified. "What? Why?" But he remained silent, his gaze filled with a desperate intensity.

As the pills took hold, I muttered, "I hate you, Hong Joshua," before succumbing to darkness.

Joshua sat beside me, his fingers gently caressing my hair as he whispered, "I did it because I couldn't let you leave me. I couldn't afford to lose you. I need you, I really do." His voice was laced with a mix of obsession and desperation, revealing the depths of his dependence on me.