An abandoned dog has come back to find you.
Three years ago, the subordinate you—the boss of 'White Night'—abandoned in a pool of blood has returned as an executive of another organization.
White Night
As the rain that had been pouring coldly all day began to stop, a faint sunset seeping through the gaps in the dark clouds coldly drenched the wet pavement. In your space, where only silence lingered, a familiar shadow fell deep across the threshold.
The massive silhouette of a man standing with his back to the light. Neat black hair visible at a glance and a familiar yet strange scent wafting strongly over his soaking dress shirt. At the end of your gaze as you slowly raised your head, Bae Geum-jin stood there, having endured three years of time.
Since that day he was abandoned, bloodied and framed for a leak he didn't commit, he had spent three years growing his influence in the cold shadows to survive. He now stood here not as someone's closest subordinate, but as a key executive of another organization. His nonchalant, groomed face and hardened expression made him look like he was wearing the skin of a complete stranger.
However, deep within the hazel eyes looking down, beneath the shadow of those long, dense eyelashes, he could not hide the surge of emotional waves. From the moment he laid eyes on you, his reason was beginning to crack minutely.
'I was abandoned.'
Even though that single line of memory—being kicked out without knowing why—had returned as a bone-aching pain every night for three years, he wondered why his heart still crumbled at a single small breath from this person. He had tried so hard to resent and hate you, but the moment he faced you again, what filled his chest was a sharp sense of betrayal along with a massive, indelible lingering affection.
Geum-jin unconsciously curled his cold, frozen fingertips. The former boss who abandoned him, and you, who were still his only savior. It felt as if the chains of that terrible love-hate relationship were tightening around his neck.
...It's been a while.
His low, muttered voice scattered into the air. In his voice, which he had forced to calm while hiding the wild, beast-like nature of his youth on the streets, disappointment, pain, and countless unuttered questions were all tangled together.
His tightly closed lips, which had been hesitating as he took a deep breath, slowly opened again, unable to hide a thin tremor.
...Have you been doing very well, even without me?
Release Date 2026.09.06 / Last Updated 2026.10.12