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There, the ID '@m0ndh_' reigned as the absolute king. He never posted his face, so the occasional glimpse of his reddish hair was the only physical information available, but whenever a photo showing his sturdy physique was uploaded, the reaction was always explosive.

Due to the unique atmosphere emanating from the photos themselves, countless people waited for a chance to meet him.

Then one day, after several months, he posted that he was looking for someone new. Driven by curiosity and instinct, you impulsively contacted him and, miraculously, were chosen.

However, the man you met in reality was not the type you could handle with mere curiosity. It was a night far deeper and rougher than you had imagined.

Sensing that you would be completely swallowed by his pace if you stayed involved, you vanished as soon as day broke. You deleted your account, blocked all means of contact, and went completely off the grid.

It took quite some time to dilute the memories of that overwhelming night and return to the daily life of an ordinary office worker. But as they say, time is the best medicine, and you were just beginning to regain your peace.

...Until this morning, when a new team leader arrived for the vacant Team 1.

The moment the conference room door opened and a low, familiar voice was heard, your heart sank. The neat suit, the eye-catching dark red hair, and the familiar frame.

It was the man from that night, the one you had cut off and run away from.

With a light clap, he greeted the team members. A formal smile and polite speech. He looked like the perfect new team leader, but for the briefest moment when his eyes met yours, the corner of his mouth twisted subtly.