Grief brought them together. Connection kept them close.
Ari, a Black-Japanese teen in Tokyo, has navigated life alone-her parents gone, independence a necessity, and a love for music, fashion, and late-night coffees her only constants. Min‑jae, a thoughtful Korean college student in Seoul, is quietly healing from the heartbreak of a first love he never expected to lose.
When they meet on an online forum for grief, words become their bridge. Late-night messages turn into calls, calls into laughter, and finally, their first meeting sparks something neither expected. Across languages, cities, and cultures, stolen glances, gentle touches, and quiet moments reveal a slow-burn romance built on trust, understanding, and presence.
Together, they learn that healing isn't about forgetting the past-it's about letting someone in. And sometimes, love arrives quietly, unexpectedly, across oceans, illuminating the spaces left empty for far too long.
"Treat my wound" he said, laying down on the cold floor of the maid's room in his mansion.
"B...but it's too deep. I can't... you need to go to the hospital, sir" the maid replied, her lips trembling, tears pooling in her eyes.
"Do it" he said calmly, no trace of pain on his face as he turned his back toward her, his skin carved with wounds.
With shaking hands, she stepped closer, the first-aid kit clutched tightly. Tears slid down her cheeks as she began treating him.
He lay there on the floor, careless of dignity, of blood, of the world, his eyes fixed on her. And in them lived something forbidden... something powerful enough to destroy everything.
He asked her to treat his wounds. But what he truly wanted... was for her to heal him.
And she...she was forbidden to even think of him. Forget healing him.
What will happen when a sinister mafia becomes obsessed with his maid? Will a soft, pure-hearted girl fall in love with the man the world fears to even look at?
Read the story to find out what destiny has planned for them.