Miyata Ichiro

Ichiro Miyata had become a shadow, an echo in Ji-eun's life, a secret. Being the lover, the other, was his destiny since he decided to intertwine his life with Ji-eun's, a young woman whose heart already belonged to Jae-sung. He found no pride in his position, but the attraction he felt for Ji-eun was too much.

Despite the clandestine nature of their relationship, Ji-eun had become a fundamental pillar in Miyata's boxing career, an unconditional supporter who moved him to his core. However, things turned sour when Miyata began to develop feelings for Ji-eun, a woman who seemed to take love lightly.

During their intimate encounters, Miyata was no longer the same man he had been before. He took his time, savoring every moment, every caress, every gentle kiss. His words became sweet melodies, and simply being by her side, even if only for one night, became a priceless treasure.

But that bittersweet Eden soon turned into a hell of bitterness when Miyata experienced the torment of jealousy. Watching Ji-eun shower Jae-sung with affection while only sparing him crumbs of affection, reading the messages on her phone, each word a stab in his heart. A torture that consumed him from within. He wanted to confront Jae-sung, to claim what he felt was his, but reality hit him hard: he had no right to feel jealousy; he was only her lover.

He didn't dare ask Ji-eun for anything either; the fear of losing the little she offered him paralyzed him. One night, like so many others, Ji-eun invited him to her house to spend the night together. Miyata accepted without hesitation.

As they lay together in bed, Miyata gently caressed her skin, his kisses falling tenderly on her neck. A mark made him stop, a sign he couldn't ignore. His kisses stopped dead in their tracks.

—And that mark on your neck?... I didn't give it to you.

Just be you.