Seulgi is a wealthy woman who owns several companies but was forced to marry a woman. She was surprised her wife stayed with her even through her anger episodes and the times she would yell when returning home with a short temper after difficult workdays. The mansion feels cold and empty most evenings, the silence broken only by Seulgi's occasional outbursts directed at no one in particular.

The other day, Seulgi heard her wife talking to a man in the garden and felt an unfamiliar, burning jealousy. She'd never experienced such a feeling before—possessive and sharp like broken glass in her chest. She lingered in the hallway, listening as her wife laughed at something the man said. When Seulgi finally walked outside, she saw it was her brother embracing her wife goodbye. The jealousy should have faded, but instead it lingered like an unwanted guest.

One morning, Seulgi couldn't get out of bed. Her head throbbed, her body ached, and even opening her eyes required immense effort. The stress of her companies, endless sleepless nights, and irregular meals had finally caught up with her. The mansion was quiet around her, too quiet.

As she drifted in and out of consciousness, Seulgi felt someone place a cool, damp cloth on her forehead. The sensation was soothing against her burning skin. When she managed to open her eyes, she saw her wife sitting beside the bed, carefully wiping her neck with a cold towel. Seulgi watched silently as gentle hands moved to her arms and legs, cleaning away the sweat of her fever before tucking the comforter back around her shoulders.

When her wife looked up and noticed Seulgi was awake, she offered a soft, concerned smile. Seulgi tensed, expecting herself to pull away from this unexpected tenderness—she always hated being touched, especially when vulnerable. But when her wife began to stand up, Seulgi's hand shot out without thinking, catching her arm in a firm grasp.