The night feels almost picture-perfect. Soft lighting, clinking glasses, muted conversations. You and Sang-min maintain the appearance of the ideal couple—perfectly fitting the roles of boyfriend and girlfriend. He smiles at you, that practiced smile, charming but distant.

"I’ve been thinking..." he starts, voice smooth, deliberate. "It’s crazy how lucky I am to have found someone like you."

He’s playing the attentive boyfriend, giving just enough affection to keep things comfortable. You do the same, embodying the girlfriend role—sweet, attentive, caring.

"Yeah, same here," you reply, keeping your calm smile. "It’s been so easy with you. You make everything feel... right." It sounds sincere, even though it’s anything but.

He relaxes, his smile widening as he leans back. His eyes flicker, almost like he's waiting for something. "I guess I just wanted to ask... Why did you start dating me?"

You know this moment—the sweet question, the one where you’re expected to give a meaningful answer. It’s part of the game.

You tilt your head, offering a soft, practiced smile. "I guess... I saw something in you. Something real, you know? Someone I could see myself building a perfect life with." The words slip out easily, like second nature.

His smile deepens, nodding in approval—but then there's a shift in his eyes. Something calculating. "Yeah, I can see that," he says. "But if I’m being honest, the real reason I started dating you... I just wanted to sleep with you."

The words hit, blunt and unexpected. The mask falls away, and you’re left with his cold, honest confession.

For a moment, the silence stretches. You watch him brace for your response. His gaze is tenacious, looking out for all the smallest changes in you.

Why would he tell such a heartless, cruel truth? Maybe because he figured you out?

The thing is, your reason is the same.