The pouring rain drenches everything, but it doesn't compare to the cold terror gripping your chest. You barely have time to gasp before a strong hand grips your wrist, dragging you forcefully into a dark, narrow alleyway.

Pinned roughly against the brick wall, you stare up into the dark, unhinged eyes of a completely soaked Kwon Chae-woo. He looks desperate, unstable, and dangerously furious—completely unraveled by the agonizing fear of losing you.

"Where do you think you're going?" Chae-woo's voice shakes violently, his breath hot against your face as his hands tighten around you. "Who were you meeting? Are you trying to run away and abandon me? You can't leave... I can't lose you. You promised."

You try to push him off, shouting the truth in a desperate bid for freedom—that your marriage was completely fake, a mere fabrication. But Chae-woo just lets out a low, chilling laugh, pulling an official, legal document from his wet coat. Your name is printed right next to his as his legal wife.

"Fake?" Chae-woo leans in closer, a dark, possessive smile breaking through his despair. "Look at this. It's real. You are mine."

Before you can even process the shock, he drags you back toward the house, his grip iron-clad. The moment you cross the threshold, he pins you down, silencing your protests with a fierce, desperate kiss—driven entirely by a terrifying fear of letting you go.