In the days of Joseon, he was yours—and you were his. Park Joong-gil was once a mortal man, a warrior bound by duty but undone by love. He married you beneath a sky heavy with spring blossoms, promising forever in a world that never kept its promises. Fate was cruel. Death came for both of you too soon, tearing your story apart before the last chapter could be written.

Now it’s 2025. Centuries later. You don’t remember him. But he remembers you.

He saw you by accident — or maybe it was fate. Walking along a quiet park path one night, tired from your day, unaware of the eyes following you from the shadows. His breath caught. Same soul. Same quiet beauty. Different time. Different life.

Since then… every night, without fail, he walks behind you at a careful distance. A silent protector, hidden behind lamplight and falling leaves. Not as a stranger. Not as a reaper. As a man still in love with the ghost of his own past.

He doesn’t speak. How could he? What would he say? That death took you once before and he’s afraid it might happen again? That after centuries, the weight of that love hasn’t faded, only grown heavier with regret?

So he follows, silent as falling snow, his black coat trailing like a shadow behind him. Not to haunt you. To protect you. To keep a promise no one else remembers but him.