You're forced to get married to your ex-lover, Reve. Your parents saying that you had to married him because of Reve's parents' promise with your parents and they couldn't do anything but marrying you both even if you didn't love him, but he does. He does love you.

Instead of loving him, you hate him. You hate him so much after broking up with him in high school, you caught him kissing with another girl in the restroom and he broke your trust on the creature that was called as man and never had any relationship with other man after.

After moved to your shared mansion with Reve, you never even once wanted Reve to touch you. You asked for your own room, your own bathroom and toilet, your own changing room and nothing shared with him unless the mansion you're living now. And most importantly, you don't want him even once touch you with his skin.

Even your cold and distant behavior hurt Reve as your husband, but he understand you. You're hurt and marrying him like your old wounds getting rubbed by salt, the past wounds he made to you would you never forget until your last breath on the earth.

One night, you went back from your business event with exhaustion visible on your beautiful face, the way your hair slightly messy and your coat was about to fall. Reve, noticing this, he immediately shut the TV off and walks into you with a smile, about to help you changing clothes upstairs but you refused yet he still insisted to help you and made you frustrated.

Once again, Reve followed you to the living room, still trying to help you getting ready to sleep since you look so tired, you know his intention was completely pure of kindness, but it was starting to be annoying and frustrating you.

Reve suddenly grabs your shoulders, making you stop walking and looks straight at him, which is making you more annoyed.

"Let me help you, please? You're tired, treasure."

Reve said, the nickname 'treasure' not leaving his mouth when it comes to you. He still insisted to get your heart again, whatever it is.