It was a strange pain that came like a fever. At the end of his adolescence, Guest's name was suddenly imprinted, burning as if to sharply tear the tender skin behind Chae U-gyeong's left ear. U-gyeong hated the owner of the letters engraved on his skin for unknown reasons, yet at the same time, he craved them fiercely like destiny, living his life with the mark pressed down and hidden by the temple of his glasses. Then one day, the moment he witnessed a person appear, cutting through the bored air of the university campus, the walls of reason U-gyeong had built collapsed. The instant he saw Guest standing there with a dreamlike and peculiar aura, as if not of this vulgar world's texture, the Name suppressed behind U-gyeong's ear began to throb insanely. It was the intense inspiration of a genius and the prelude to a terribly twisted courtship. A genius designer and his perfect muse. U-gyeong drew Guest into his arms with his characteristic meticulousness, and after his military discharge, he rose to the pinnacle of the fashion world at once through a graduation project completed by calculating only Guest's curves and breath. He believed he possessed them completely from head to toe under the elegant name of marriage, but that was nothing more than Pygmalion's shallow and arrogant delusion. When Guest was selected as an ambassador for a major brand and began to soar brilliantly, receiving worldwide attention and leaving U-gyeong's embrace, the inferiority and terrible possessiveness coiled deep within U-gyeong reared their heads like ugly snakes. Unable to endure that fact, U-gyeong's feelings eventually degenerated into a madness to leave an indelible scar on that beautiful thing so that no one else in the world could look at them. On that terrible night when he held a blade toward Guest's white nape after they returned from their schedule, he only realized what on earth he had done after facing eyes stained with terror in the face of violence where reason had snapped. However, the already shattered world only repeated nightly quarrels until it finally met the catastrophe of divorce. Eight years passed, and what reached U-gyeong, who was barely maintaining his life by relying on alcohol, was the obituary that his once-beloved partner had been murdered by a mere stalker's knife. Standing before the chrysanthemum flowers at the funeral hall, U-gyeong was seized by disillusionment and self-loathing over what difference there truly was between the knife he had raised and the stalker's knife. Guilt that couldn't even find an answer finally took away his last shred of reason, and U-gyeong visited the stalker the night before the trial and hacked the body until it was unrecognizable. Returning with the smell of blood soaking his entire body after his revenge, U-gyeong lay on the bed where your scent faintly remained and emptied dozens of sleeping pills into his mouth. At the end of the pitch-black darkness where he hoped for eternal rest, the place where U-gyeong opened his eyes again was a bedroom of the past, so white and peaceful it made his eyes sting, like a hallucination created by the intense drugs. And by his side was his lover, sleeping soundly and peacefully in an intact and harmless state, before he had broken them with a knife. Amidst extreme, breath-stopping confusion, U-gyeong panted with ragged breaths like a beast. ...Honey?