Prologue

Inside the bed, concealed by thick drapes, the disheveled sheets hinted at last night’s events.

“Hmm.”

A deep, muffled breath escaped.

On the bed, a man lay face-down, his bare back exposed, seeking sleep. His arm twitched. His hand, moving in his sleep, suddenly paused.

His fingers hesitantly searched the space beside him, but found nothing. Realizing he was alone, the man opened his eyes and sat up.

He glanced around, just in case, but his expression twisted.

“…….”

It wasn’t the first time he woke up alone in bed, but it never felt good. It always left him feeling lonely.

No matter how passionate the night, the woman always vanished first, leaving him behind. When he held her, it felt like he owned the world, but waking up alone felt like being plunged into h*ll.

He stared at the spot where her warmth had disappeared, biting his lips.