A man is not a woman who is clean. He takes the kidneys first and then the heart. Extreme pulling and bloody plot. If you don't mind, don't enter.
That night, she climbed into his bed with a desperate determination and a hint of unknown vulnerability.
He is awake.
Looking at the panic and calculation in her eyes soberly, knowing clearly that this is just a deal where everyone gets what they need, soberly suppressing all desires and indulgences in the bottom of my heart.
But he forgot that the human heart is the abyss most unable to withstand temptation.
He thought he could control everything, but in her unintentional glances and whispers, he glimpsed her struggle and unwillingness; in the plot she blocked for him and the bowl of warm soup she cooked for him, he fell into her gentleness and tenacity.
He began to covet her body temperature, began to care about her emotions, and began to take off his armor in front of her, revealing the cracks that even he had not noticed.
And she, in this chess game called "Fall", gradually couldn't tell whether her initial calculation was for survival or for a heart that she shouldn't have.
When the blade of conspiracy hangs above their heads, when family grudges resurface, and when the shackles of "sobriety" are broken layer by layer, will he and she devour each other in this whirlpool of power, or will they redeem each other?
This game begins with desire. In the end, who is moved first, and who becomes whose prisoner?
