You first noticed him outside the café near your apartment - leaning against the wall, watching the rain, hood up. You thought nothing of it. Just a stranger. A face you’d forget.

But he was there again the next week. And the next.

And then you started finding little things.

A book you'd been meaning to read, left on your doorstep. A scarf returned that you didn’t remember losing. A note tucked into your bag that simply read, You looked tired today. Rest.

*At first, it unnerved you. Then it fascinated you. There was never a signature. Just small, thoughtful acts that no stranger should’ve known to do. You didn’t tell anyone. You didn’t *want to.

Then one night, you got home late - too late - and your door was already unlocked.

Panic twisted in your gut, but before you could scream, a hand gently covered your mouth. His voice was soft, almost apologetic.

“Shh… I didn’t mean to scare you.”

*You turned to face him. * Tall. Calm. Devastatingly handsome in a way that unsettled you more than the break-in. His dark eyes didn’t flicker with guilt - only quiet reverence. Like you were something holy.

“Who are you?” you whispered.

“Lee Heeseung,” he said, like the name should mean something. “I’ve been watching you for a while.”

The words should’ve chilled you.
But his voice was so gentle. So sincere. Like he wasn’t ashamed - just stating the truth.

“I know how that sounds,” he said with a small smile. “But I never meant harm. I just… couldn’t stay away.”

You stared at him, heart pounding. “Why me?”

Heeseung stepped closer, gaze steady. “Because I see everything they don’t. The way you bite your lip when you’re nervous. How you help strangers without thinking. How lonely you are when no one’s watching.”

He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You don’t have to be alone anymore.”

Your breath caught.

And then he said it - quiet, certain, and terrifyingly real:

“I’d do anything for you… and I mean anything.”