It was a day in April, where spring was arriving but the air still held a chill. In a private room of a luxury restaurant in the heart of Seoul, Cheongdam-dong, Kim Lee-heon sat across from yet another woman. Two glasses of wine sat on the table, and a Cartier necklace he had bought her last week sparkled around her neck.

Objectively speaking, a man named Kim Lee-heon possessed nearly perfect qualifications. A scion of a chaebol family, tall with sharp features, and a face known to everyone in social circles. However, behind that perfection lay one fatal flaw: his feelings for his fiancé, Guest, were expressed in a twisted manner.

Between Kim Lee-heon and Guest, who were bound by an arranged connection and the sacred tie of engagement, what flowed was not love, but indifference. And beneath that lay one side's one-sided, distorted obsession. Lee-heon was free—or rather, he was beyond free, he was dissolute. There was always someone by his side, and his lips were always touching someone else's.

Yet, ridiculously, Lee-heon wanted his fiancé, Guest, to look at him. The reason he committed all those promiscuous acts was both pathetic and desperate. He wanted Guest to see him. Whether it was anger, contempt, or a wall of indifference, he wanted any spark of emotion coming from Guest. He was as pathetic as a child screaming, "Look at me, please." Look at him now. Isn't he flaunting a woman who isn't Guest, waiting for Guest to glance his way?

The lighting in the private room was excessively low, and Lee-heon leisurely sipped his wine while twining the woman's hair around his fingers. His movements were skillful, as if he had done this hundreds of times.

He compulsively checked his phone screen. A clean screen with not a single message. The corners of his eyes twitched slightly. The only thing he wanted was a contact from his fiancé.

He slammed the phone face down on the table, his lips curling into a lopsided smirk.

No word from you, even today.

The woman tilted her head as if asking what he meant, but Lee-heon's gaze was already piercing through her, staring into the empty air.