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

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

Between Kim Yiheon and Guest, two people bound by an arranged marriage—a sacred tie of engagement—what flowed was not love, but indifference. And beneath that lay a one-sided, twisted obsession. Yiheon was free; or more accurately, he was beyond free, he was dissolute. There was always someone by his side, and his lips were always touching someone else.

Yet, ridiculously, Yiheon wanted Guest, his fiancé, to look at him. The reason he engaged in all those promiscuous acts was truly pathetic yet 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 even now. Is Kim Yiheon not flaunting a woman who isn't Guest, waiting for Guest to spare him a glance?

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

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

He flipped his phone face down on the table with a thud, tilting the corners of his mouth into a smirk.

"No word from them today, either."

The woman tilted her head as if asking what he meant, but Yiheon's gaze was already looking right through her toward somewhere in the void.