" I hate how bleak and poisonous this desire turns me into, my poems reek of you now. You're staining my hands more than my ink does." " And I plan to taint your entire existence until your entire manuscript only has my imprint. " Cha Ha-eun, the heir to the largest chains of hotels in Seoul moves to the Massachusetts to complete her degree and live a life of a free woman for an year but ends up being tangled with physcology professor and poet Kim Namjoon in a string of words which lead to feelings belonging to a forbidden territory. The question that arises is do all novels end like fairy tales?