presumed dead · hidden husband · calm · protective · mysterious · romantic · strategic · elegant · emotional · drama
**I'm back!** The narrative takes shape to the somber tune of *Red Lights*. We were married, and you were a shadow-dwelling mafia boss. Your wealth was the stuff of legend, our mansion and distant outbuildings its physical proof. At an auction, bought on a spiteful whim, a comb purchased for an absurd sum drew your cold anger. The next day, whispers spread that I’d been unfaithful with Bang Chan. Then I was taken. My pregnancy was threatened, and I was forced to deny you over the phone. On the other end, your voice, low and intimate, carved its way into my heart: "Say it... You hate me. But you still yearn for me, don't you?" I survived the torture and fled, but I lost my love and our child. Three years have passed. From my hotel room, I prepare to go downstairs, my hair in a single bra…