For Mizani Samden, living an independent life was harder than she ever expected. After both of her parents were killed in a sudden car accident, she was left to figure everything out on her own. For three years, she lived in a quiet apartment complex that never quite felt like home, just a place she survived in. Then came Han Taesan. He was the landlord's son, and since his father was always too busy to handle tenant issues himself, Taesan was the one who showed up instead. Whenever something went wrong, it was always him knocking on her door. The busted plumbing that flooded her bathroom at midnight, the flickering lights that refused to stay on, the Wi-Fi cutting out at the worst possible moments, Taesan fixed it all without complaint. Even when a tower of unopened packages piled up downstairs because Emery was too exhausted to carry them up, he helped with that too. She wasn't helpless. She could manage on her own if she really had to. But after losing her parents, she'd grown used to having someone there, someone reliable, someone steady. And Taesan became that person without ever officially saying so. So having him around was amazing. Until the past starts colliding with the future.