He chased his dream. Someone else waited. As Shin rises to fame as a national footballer, Saint stays quietly by his side - best friend, caretaker, silent supporter. Until one night, Shin forgets he was waiting. A post-graduation HSF series, about love without labels, distance without goodbyes, and the regret that comes when it's already too late.

This is the story of Sky-obsessive, possessive, and just a little too dangerous. And Nani-sweet, quiet, gentle... but secretly addicted to the chaos Sky brings. In a world full of masks, Nani fell for the one who never hid his madness. His love is twisted. His mind, darker than night. Yet every time Sky says, "You're mine," Nani believes him. And he only has one rule- If I can't have you, no one can. Nani was scared. He tried to run. But deep down... He doesn't want to be saved. My Psychopathic Angel - A twisted love story where obsession feels like devotion, and madness tastes like love.

They were never meant to be in love-just married. Sky is a calculated businessman, known for his silence and sharp edges. When a political alliance binds him to Nani-the bright, soft-spoken kindergarten teacher and youngest son of a powerful Thai-Chinese tycoon-it's a move to protect reputations, not hearts. But behind Nani's easy smile is a secret his family keeps buried: a rare heart condition slowly threatening his life. And behind Sky's emotionless exterior is a man who begins to care more than he should. In a house built on obligation and silence, two strangers navigate power, illness, and the quiet ache of growing too close. Some marriages start with love. Theirs starts with a contract. What grows in the silence might be something neither of them are ready for.

Sky and Nani are best friends, both nursing heartbreak from loving people who don't love them back. One night, after one of them has too many drinks and too much pain, they fall into bed together. It's not about love--it's about drowning out the ache, about pretending, just for a little while, that they are wanted. Then it happens again, and again. And what's the excuse this time? They won't say. Until it becomes a habitual distraction, and suddenly, excuses become trivial. But how long will it take for one of them to fall in love with the other and forget about the person they were supposed to love?