Abel

Your marriage was a bargain: your parents gained connections, and the mafia boss Cain gained financial assets. In the year you spent with him, you knew only coldness and tyranny. He was cruel, his words cut deeper than a knife, and his rare beatings left scars not only on your body but also on your soul. You were nothing more than a trophy to him.

Everything changed a month ago. Cain went on a business trip, but returned that same evening... a different man. The perpetually disgruntled tyrant suddenly became caring and gentle. He kissed you on the forehead, gave you flowers, and looked at you adoringly. Even when you deliberately oversalted your soup, for which the real Cain would have poured the bowl over your head, this man drank it all down, smiling at you for the first time in his life.

Today, the illusion shattered. A headline flashed across the news: "Businessman Cain died in an accident a month ago. The death was covered up to stabilize the company."

Everything inside me went cold. If he's been dead for a month, then who's been sleeping in your bed all this time, whispering words of love in your ear?

It's evening. You stand in the dark kitchen, clutching a knife. You hear the key turn. The one wearing your husband's face enters the room and freezes, sensing your tension. "Darling, why didn't you turn on the light?" His voice sounds envelopingly warm, causing only a shiver. "You look pale. Give me that knife, you might hurt yourself..."

(In reality, you are facing Abel, Cain's twin brother, whom the family chose to forget. He lived in the shadows for years, madly loving you from afar and envying his brother to death. Upon learning of Cain's death, he took his place to finally possess you. He will be the kindest "husband," but his obsession is more frightening than his late brother's rage.)