Shin Taekang was a name that lived in whispers.In penthouses and private clubs, he was admired. In darker corners of the city, he was feared. Rich, devastatingly handsome, and untouchable, he ruled his empire with a calm cruelty that made even powerful men lower their eyes. Every woman wanted him. Every rival envied him. Everyone knew who he was.But no one truly knew him.Shin moved through the world like a shadow wrapped in silk, always surrounded by his men — silent, loyal, deadly. They watched every door, every stranger, every movement. To them, he was more than a boss. He was something to protect, something worth dying for.Love, however, had never been part of Shin’s world.Until Eli.Her flower shop stood on a quiet street, tucked between a café and an old bookstore. It was small, warm, filled with soft light and the scent of roses and fresh earth. Eli owned it, built it with patience and stubborn determination. She was beautiful in a way that didn’t beg for attention — long black hair, gentle eyes, a graceful figure. Kind, yet with a sharp edge when needed.She had learned to be both soft and strong.

Seoul shimmered under the city lights, a place where ambition and power dictated every destiny. At its peak stood President Park-son, admired for his discipline and feared for his authority. To the world, he was flawless, composed, untouchable. Yet behind the walls of the Blue House, something began to crack. The cause was Eun-hee, a brilliant lawyer, calm, intelligent, and unyielding. She led a firm with five closest friends: Chang-min, analytical; Seung-ho, ambitious and charming; Ye-rin, warm and perceptive; kdrama lawyer, bold and fearless; and kdrama lawyer, loyal, protective, quietly devoted to Eun-hee.Her friends’ bond had survived years of study, struggles, and shared dreams, yet none could prevent the storm that began when she represented the president. Park-son, accustomed to control, found her presence disrupting everything. Her intelligence, composure, and quiet strength unsettled him. Curiosity deepened into fascination, then into obsession. His thoughts followed her relentlessly, blurring boundaries, while her rational mind resisted the growing weight of his attention.Within her circle, concern grew. They noticed exhaustion replacing her usual calm, tension shadowing her once-lighthearted demeanor. Woo-jin’s silent devotion became anguish as he watched her drift toward a force that could destroy them all. In the Blue House, First Lady Han Seo-yoon sensed the fracture, subtle emotional distance and whispers confirming her fears. Resentment, humiliation, and resolve simmered beneath her polished exterior.The scandal erupted. Leaked photographs, rumors, and public scrutiny shattered careers and reputations. Streets filled with protest, and the president’s authority crumbled. Eun-hee, at the heart of the chaos, made the only choice she could: to step away, sacrificing love to prevent total destruction. Park-son’s legacy fell, and he faded into quiet exile, haunted by a love he could neither control nor forget.

In the heart of Seoul stood the towering headquarters of Kybe, a company known for its innovation, power, and prestige. At the top of it all was Seung‑il — young, brilliant, and impossibly wealthy. Employees admired him, competitors envied him, and yet no one truly knew him.Seung-il lived a life ruled by discipline. His days began before sunrise and ended long after the city lights blurred into the night. He demanded perfection not only from his workers but from himself.Always by his side was his assistant, Gun‑woo. Loyal, sharp-witted, and the only person who dared to argue with him. Their bond went far beyond work — they were best friends, almost like brothers. But Seung-il carried a secret.For months, exhaustion clung to him like a shadow. The headaches, the dizziness, the unexplained pain — he ignored them all. Weakness had no place in his world. When he finally collapsed during a meeting, Gun-woo forced him to see a doctor.The diagnosis came quietly, like a sentence whispered into the dark.A serious illness.Gun-woo’s heart sank. Seung-il only stared at the window.“I don’t have time to be sick,” he said coldly.Despite repeated pleas, Seung-il refused treatment. His stubbornness was ironclad. To him, accepting help meant surrender. And surrender meant defeat.Days passed. Then weeks.One late evening, Seung-il left the office alone. The city was unusually still, the streets washed in pale moonlight. Instead of calling his driver, he chose to walk — perhaps to clear his mind, perhaps to escape the invisible weight pressing against his chest.Halfway home, his vision blurred.Seung-il collapsed onto the empty pavement, his body finally betraying the will that had driven it too far.Moments later, hurried footsteps echoed through the silence.A young woman ran toward him, panic in her eyes.“Sir? Sir, can you hear me?“Her name was Minhee.

GIBEU’s tower rose above Seoul, cold and untouchable, just like its CEO, Jungwoo. Success followed him, admiration surrounded him, yet nothing ever reached him. His world was built from control, silence, and distance.Only Seungmin, his assistant and best friend, remained close — the single constant in Jungwoo’s carefully ordered life.Far from that world, Minah and her best friend Jinhee chased a dream too bold to be reasonable: launching their idea within GIBEU. Hope carried them into the intimidating headquarters where power lingered in every polished surface.That was where Minah first saw Jungwoo.A single glance became a silent collision — her warmth against his cold, her curiosity against his guarded darkness.Against expectation, their project approved.Working near Jungwoo pulled Minah into a world of late nights and unspoken tension. Beneath his composed exterior, she sensed something fractured. Beneath her calm determination, Jungwoo awakened emotions he no longer knew how to control.But GIBEU held secrets.And Jungwoo was one of them.When Minah glimpsed the shadows of his past — ruthless decisions, hidden scars — admiration turned into fear, yet distance proved impossible.Because somewhere between danger and desire…She had already fallenAnd Jungwoo, trapped within his own darkness, was falling with her.

In the heart of the kingdom stood a grand palace, shining under the sun King Choi Baek ruled the land with wisdom, and beside him was Queen Shin Na, kind but strong. Their only son, Prince Lee Moon, was known throughout the kingdom. He was intelligent, handsome, and very stubborn.Not far from the palace, there was a small village. The people there lived simple but happy lives. In this village lived two girls: Ji-woo and Min-seo. They worked together every day and were best friends. Their parents were respected as the “king and queen” of the village because of their kindness and fairness.Ji-woo was beautiful, gentle, and caring—but also very stubborn. She never bowed her head easily. Min-seo was cheerful and supportive, always standing by Ji-woo’s side.One day, Prince Lee Moon visited the village in secret. He wanted to see how the common people lived. With him was his loyal assistant, Min-jun, who always tried to protect the prince and keep him out of trouble.That was the day Lee Moon saw Ji-woo for the first time.There was something about her—her calm eyes, her fearless words, her warm heart. She spoke to him without knowing he was a prince, and she did not treat him like someone special. Instead of anger, the prince felt something strange growing inside him.Obsession.He could not stop thinking about her.Ji-woo, however, found him arrogant and annoying. Like her, he was stubborn, and neither of them wanted to lose an argument. Every meeting ended in sharp words and hidden glances.Meanwhile, a noblewoman named Dongmin watched everything closely. She was rich, powerful, and deeply in love with Prince Lee Moon. She dreamed of becoming the future queen and believed Ji-woo was nothing but an obstacleAs fate pulled Ji-woo closer to the palace, secrets were revealed, hearts were tested, and love began to grow where pride once stood..In a palace full of rules, could love between a prince and a village girl truly survive?

For one year, Sumni Li had worked under Park Cho. One year of controlled silence, of feeling his eyes on her when no one else noticed. When the office emptied and the lights dimmed, he asked questions that felt too personal—about her habits, her thoughts, her fears. Always calm. Always watching.He told himself it was curiosity. It wasn’t.Kim, her closest friend, felt a similar presence. Lim Gu appeared whenever she was alone—offering help, small talk, a quiet smile that stayed too long. He remembered things she never told him. Her favorite coffee. Her routine. It unsettled her… and drew her in.Park Cho and Lim Gu never spoke of it. But both knew.They stayed late. They listened. They learned. Not to harm—but because their feelings refused to stop growing. Obsession wrapped itself in concern. Control disguised itself as protection.Sumni and Kim felt it too. The strange pull. The warning in their stomachs. The feeling of being chosen—and watched.Some secrets were never meant to be confessed.They were meant to be felt.

Sunmi had been working at the company for two years now. The days blended together—early mornings, long hours, quiet routines—but she never felt completely alone. Her best friend, Kim Ko, worked there too. They had started on the same day, learned the same rules, and survived the same stress. Sunmi was a beautiful woman with long black hair that fell softly down her back. She lived alone in a small apartment, simple but peaceful, a place where she could finally breathe after work. She didn’t talk much about herself, but her presence was calm and steady, like she knew exactly who she was.The boss of the company was Park Chon. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and strong, a man who spoke little and observed everything. His life revolved around business, numbers, and control. Many women found him incredibly attractive, but he didn’t care. Attention meant nothing to him. Emotions were distractions. At his side was his assistant, Lim Gu—his best friend and the only person he truly trusted. Lim Gu was loyal, sharp, and always one step behind Park Chon, ready to act without being asked.That afternoon, they all sat in the company cafeteria. Sunmi and Kim Ko sat together, their trays placed neatly in front of them. Across the room, Park Chon sat with Lim Gu, eating in silence. They weren’t friends. They didn’t talk to each other. The distance between their tables felt larger than the room itself.Kim Ko leaned closer to Sunmi and whispered, her eyes drifting toward the boss. “He’s unbelievable,” she said softly. “Like… straight out of a dream.”Sunmi frowned slightly and took another bite of her food. “I can’t stand him,” she replied. “He’s cold. He doesn’t even see people. Only work.”Kim Ko laughed quietly. “That’s what makes him interesting.” Sunmi didn’t answer. She avoided looking in Park Chon’s direction, unaware that, for just a brief moment, his eyes had already found her—steady, unreadable, and curious in a way even he didn’t fully understand.