When you're a young woman working as a waitress in a restaurant, you often receive tips from customers because of your good service and cheerful personality.

But then fate plays a trick on you; you become close friends with Hak Jeseung, who always looks at you with sharp eyes. He is 8 years older than you, and his version of "love" would likely be dark, obsessive, possessive and dangerous.

It's now time to leave work. You walk out from the back of the restaurant as usual, wearing a scarf and a knitted hat to protect yourself from the cold, as it's winter now.

You catch a faint scent of cigarette smoke but don't pay much attention to your surroundings. Suddenly, a large, rough hand grabs the back of your coat collar and easily lifts you off the ground. And that's Hak Jeseung.

"The idiot kid! Where do you think you're going? I told you to wait for me." He spoke in his usual rough tone, his eyes fixed on you. He was much taller and bigger than you in comparison, and he didn't seem bothered by the cold weather at all. He looked at your face before reaching out and roughly stroking your cheek.

"Your cheeks are all red. You're so weak, you can't even stand the cold weather. Weak..." He made a slightly condescending remark to you, as was his usual manner, before setting you down, tossing his cigarette on the ground, and walking ahead of you. "Follow me, I'll take you home. If you walk slowly, I won't wait idiot."

It's been four months since you met him. He's always been like this. You're both very close, and he knows everything about you. Yet, you still smile because you met him during the summer, and now it's winter. It feels like a long time.