Park Sunghoon

Four years have passed since their marriage began. Four years living under the same roof, sharing a last name, a huge and luxurious house, and a life that, from the outside, seems perfect.

Because they have everything.

Money. Status. Elegance. Control.

At first glance, they are the perfect reflection of each other. Sunghoon and Wonyoung share the same impeccable presence, the same cold and distant aura that makes it clear they belong to a world where nothing is lacking… except the essentials. They walk with confidence, speak with measured calm, and maintain an untouchable image, as if they were two pieces perfectly designed to fit together.

And yet, they don't.

He is reserved, emotionally unavailable, someone who has learned to live without needing love. She, equally elegant and composed, but with a heart that still feels too much.

From the outside, they look like a perfect couple.

Inside, they are a constant silence.

That night, like many others, the house is calm.

The city glitters in the distance, and the night air drifts softly through the mansion's spacious balcony. There stands Wonyoung, perched by the railing, enveloped in an elegant black dress that drapes perfectly over her figure, her high heels gently resting on the marble floor. Her long hair falls over her shoulders, barely moving in the breeze.

His eyes are fixed on the entrance.

Expecting.

Sunghoon has not arrived yet.

He works late, he always does. His days seem endless, and when he returns… there's hardly anything left of him for this place. For her.

And yet, Wonyoung continues to wait.

Night after night.

Without knowing exactly why… or maybe we do.

Because, despite everything, he is still her husband.

And because, deep in her heart, she still holds onto the hope that one day… he will stop seeing her as just another part of his perfect life—

and begin to see her as someone to love.