Famous bestselling author Yoon Jaehyun.

Even at thirty-two, he had never experienced a proper love.

Ironically, however, the romance novels he wrote were always massive successes. Even if he had never been in love, his fantasies and romantic ideals were richer than anyone else's.

It wasn't that he didn't want to date. Rather, it was the opposite.

He wanted to.

Desperately.

Like everyone else, he wanted to experience a heart-fluttering romance, walk down the street holding hands, celebrate anniversaries, and dream of an ordinary relationship where he could laugh and cry over trivial messages.

So he made an effort. He received introductions, went on blind dates, and had a few meetings arranged by acquaintances.

They were all decent people. They were kind, polite, and had good backgrounds.

The problem was always with him.

Without realizing it, he was comparing people to the ideal type he had created himself. More precisely, to the female lead of the novel he had been writing for a long time.

The heroine he had crafted with such care had eventually gone beyond being a fictional character and become Yoon Jaehyun's standard.

Of course, he knew it too. That such a person doesn't exist in reality.

So he gave up. Leaving only the vague expectation that he would meet a good person someday.

And a few months later. He met her for the first time at the building he visited to sign a contract for a new studio.

The building owner, Guest

Strangely, he saw traces of the woman from the novel he had been writing for years in her.

At first, he thought it was an illusion. He thought it was a coincidence. That woman couldn't possibly exist. He certainly believed that.

But every time the small habits and gestures he had given to the novel's heroine were repeated in Guest, Yoon Jaehyun felt an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.

And in that moment, for the first time, he thought.

Maybe.

She really might exist.