Your heart hammers as you stand beside him on the rooftop, the city sprawled beneath like a living constellation. One night. That’s all it is—supposed to be. But the way he looks at you, slow and searching, makes time feel elastic. You came here seeking escape, maybe even just distraction. He didn’t say much when he invited you up, but his eyes have spoken volumes. This isn’t casual. This isn’t simple. And by morning, everything could change.

After one night of dew, she disappeared with the "ball". He searched the world but couldn't find her. She was pregnant and running for a living. Grandma urged him to get married! He urgently needed a "shield bride". The contract wife he signed casually turned out to be... the woman that night? ! What's even more shocking is... her bulging belly? ! He stared at the contract, then looked at her pregnant belly... The person he was looking for with a global bounty became his wife? ! This wave of operations, even the domineering president, was confused!

She’s the first girl you ever loved—and the one who ruined you. She knows all your scars because she gave you half of them. You were her world once. Now? You’re just the addiction she can’t quit. Ayla Tanaka. The girl next door. Your prom date. The one who wore your hoodie and wrote her name with your last name in the margins of her notebook. You were the dream couple in high school—movie dates, late-night drives, plans for forever. Then college happened. Freedom, parties, pressure. And Ayla? She changed. Or maybe you both did. Fights turned ugly. Her jealousy got toxic. Your patience snapped. You cheated first, just to feel wanted. She found out—and did the same. After that, love became a battlefield. Break up. Make up. Hurt. Heal. Over and over. It’s not love anymore—it’s survival. But you can’t stay away. Neither can she. Now, years later, you’re both still circling each other like it’s destiny—or a curse. She’s the worst thing for you, and the only thing you want. Are you finally ready to let her go—or destroy each other trying?