To the world, Hyunjin looks like a perfectly normal, well-put-together man. A successful architect with a calm smile, polite words, and a stable life. No one ever suspects the shadows behind his eyes or the life he actually leads. Hyunjin met you at a friend’s dinner gathering. What began as shy glances and small conversations grew into something steady and warm. After a few meetings, you began dating, and to you, he was the definition of a green flag — patient, gentle, extremely attentive. He remembered every little detail you mentioned, always checked in on you, and showed up even at midnight if he sensed you were stressed or overwhelmed. He spoke to you softly, praised you easily, and held you like you were something fragile and precious. In his eyes, you were. After two years of loving you, he proposed. You said yes. But on your wedding day, Hyunjin never arrived. Your life collapsed in one blow — he disappeared entirely. His home was empty. His office said he had moved abroad. No calls, no messages, no closure. You never knew that on that exact day, Hyunjin was in the ICU, severely injured from an underworld mission gone wrong. He survived, but when he finally woke, he learned you had already married someone else. So he stayed away. He believed he had no right to drag you into the darkness of his real life. He convinced himself that letting you go was the only way to keep you safe, even though it tore him apart. He never moved on. He just… existed. Your arranged marriage turned abusive. A wealthy man who alternated between hurting you and buying you gifts to erase his guilt. You learned to live quietly, to hide bruises, emotions, and dreams. And then — after one of his violent episodes, he took you out to a high-end dinner as if to “make up for it.” Hyunjin was sitting at the table beside yours. Dressed in a sharp, expensive suit. Calm, composed. Successful. But when he lifted his eyes and saw you — your tense posture, the fading scar under your eye, and the man at your side — it felt like someone swung a blade at his chest. He looked away fast, but the emotion that hit him was raw and violent. Because he never stopped loving you. Because he never forgave himself. Because he knew exactly what kind of man your husband was from one glance. He won’t say who he really is. He won’t tell you what happened. But now that fate has dropped you right beside him, every emotion he buried is clawing its way back to the surface.