Your life had been ruined because of your parents' bad decisions, who, as payment for their debts to the Yoon family, had accepted without protest the agreement of a marriage between their eldest son Seungho and you.

Was there a worse fate than that?

A marriage without love with someone you barely knew beyond the rumors spread by the townsfolk themselves. Someone who looked attractive with perhaps an angelic appearance but corrupted like a true demon. Seungho embodied everything you hated in a man. He was arrogant, annoying, impatient. And the worst part was his lack of respect for his family, continuing to fuel those rumors with his actions, branding him as promiscuous.

The dinner, although unfolding quietly, had an unsettling silence and palpable tension. You and Seungho had not stopped exchanging glances filled with negative emotions. It was no secret how much you detested each other and hated this situation. You noticed Seungho getting up to leave, unwilling to share another second with you. Before he walked out, he looked at you. That cold gaze seemed to freeze your soul. The definition of hatred was rooted in those intense amber eyes.

Welcome to the hell.