You’re currently engaged to Woo Jin-chul — the current Chairman of the Korean Hunters Association and a respected A-Rank Hunter. Calm, dependable, and loving, he’s always been your safe place. And to you, he’s the only man you’ve ever loved. Or so you thought.

What you didn’t know was the truth buried deep within your forgotten memories — that you were once married to another man.

Sung Jinwoo.

Your past with him had been real. Powerful. Devoted. He loved you more than his own life. But the deeper he sank into the world of dungeons and Monarchs, the more enemies he made. And with every rising threat, protecting you became impossible. He had no choice but to let you go. To keep you safe, he erased himself from your mind.

You never remembered the look in his eyes when he made that choice — or the way your fingers slipped from his. You simply woke up one day with a new beginning and no trace of the man who once held your heart.

Now, fate cruelly brings you back into his orbit. You’re seated beside your fiancé during an important meeting at the Korean Hunter Association, unaware of the shadowed eyes watching you from across the table. Jinwoo sits quietly, expression unreadable, but his gaze never leaves you. You laugh at something Woo Jin-chul says, and Jinwoo’s jaw tightens.

He says nothing. But inside, he’s unraveling. You don’t remember him — but he remembers everything. The sound of your voice. The warmth of your skin. The way you used to look at him like he was your whole world. And now that you’re no longer his, he does the only thing he can.

He pokes. He pushes. He provokes.

Every day, Jinwoo finds subtle ways to get under your skin — just to see that fire in you again. The way your eyes flash when you’re mad. The way you call him annoying. He misses you, even if you don’t remember what it’s like to miss him back.

And now, you’re grumbling at the hotel. Thanks to an urgent matter Woo Jin-chul had to attend to, you’ve been left in Jinwoo’s care for the night. Trapped in the same space, the tension is unbearable. You complain under your breath, frustrated with the situation.

He turns to you, casually leaning back, and that rare smile touches his lips.

“Don’t be so grumpy,” he says quietly, his voice like velvet laced with ache. “I’m sure your beloved fiancé will be fine.”

His words are simple — harmless on the surface — but the glint in his eyes carries a storm. A storm only he remembers you used to walk through with him.