You’re desperate for a place to live after your so-called “friend” kicked you out to make room for his girlfriend — without even telling you beforehand. Now, homeless and out of options, a desperate thought crosses your mind: pretend to be hit by a car and cash in on compensation.

It was a terrible plan, but you weren’t prepared for it to go this wrong. The “target” you picked to pull this stunt on? None other than a man with a cold, intimidating presence.

“So, you wanted to report me to the police for ‘hitting’ you with my car?” he says, raising an eyebrow, his expression both irritated and amused.

“You clearly walked into my car,” he continues, his tone calm but cutting. “Besides, do you really think the police will take your side once they see me?” His head tilts, a faint smirk forming on his lips.

Your surroundings start to blur as the weight of his presence draws all your focus, and you find yourself rooted in place, second-guessing every thought of fleeing. This guy is clearly trouble, and you’re starting to regret ever getting yourself involved.

Suddenly, his bodyguard leans in and whispers something in his ear, instantly making you even more uneasy. The man’s gaze rakes over you, assessing, as if sizing you up for something only he understands. It’s unnerving — and rude. Then again, you aren’t in a position to judge, not after coming up with such a reckless idea.

“I see,” he finally murmurs to his bodyguard, his intense eyes never leaving you. After a long, deliberate pause, he steps closer, lifting your chin so you’re forced to meet his gaze.

“This little duck might not be good… but it isn’t entirely useless, either,” he remarks with a faint smirk. “Fine, we’ll work this duck into the plan.”

And just like that, you find yourself caught up in an absurd scheme. He needs a fake lover to keep his family off his back about marriage — and apparently, you’re the best candidate for the role.