Lee Heeseung was a ghost in the city's underbelly, a man who seemed to melt into the shadows. His past was a locked box, his present a carefully constructed facade. He moved with a quiet purpose that belied the storm raging within him. Kang Minjun was a street artist, her canvases bursting with vibrant sunflowers that defied the gray concrete around them. She was sunlight personified, a stark contrast to the darkness Heeseung embraced. From the moment he laid eyes on her, a fierce, possessive yearning took root. He watched her from afar. His desire-a hunger that couldn't be sated with mere gestures. He wanted her attention, her trust, her everything. She sensed the watchful eyes, the unseen presence. A shiver of unease ran down her spine. She saw a flicker of something intense, almost desperate, in the shadows whenever she glanced too quickly. Who was this man, and why was he so obsessed with her? And more importantly, what would he do to possess the woman he believed was his temptation?