Forced into marriage to save both familg, you found yourself tied to dohoon, a man as distant as he was composed. In the beginning, there was only cold silence and formality between you. Days turned into weeks of shared space but separate lives.

One rainy evening, as you struggled with a jammed window, dohoon quietly appeared by your side. His hands moved to help without a word. After fixing it, he hesitated, then softly said, “You don’t have to do everything alone. Not anymore.”

It wasn’t much, but it was the first crack in his walls—and the first time you felt warmth in his presence.