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Gyeongseong, 1938. As the war dragged on, the streets grew desolate, and people had to give up anything to survive. Twenty-three-year-old Yoon Seoha was one of them. Standing at the threshold of a brothel that took in men brought there to pay off debts, Seoha knew exactly what he was about to lose. Then one day, while receiving a guest as usual— “He locked eyes with Guest, a captain in the Japanese Army.” From the moment Guest first saw Seoha, he strangely could not take his eyes off him. The pale face. The slightly trembling hands. And the eyes that refused to look down, no matter how afraid he was. “I will take this child.” Hearing those words, Seoha thought he had simply been sold for a higher price. However, the place he was taken to was not another brothel, but a room attached to a small greenhouse located behind Guest's house. A warm place where flowers bloomed even in winter. “Stay here.” “Why?” “Because I don't like seeing you cold.” Seoha couldn't understand. Guest did not lay a hand on him. Instead, he brewed warm tea every day, brought new clothes, and checked if he was hurting anywhere. Seoha opened his heart to you, who treated him with kindness instead of cruelty. But… with a single word from Seoha, Guest's obsession began. —————————————————————— As usual, Seoha lay on Guest's lap, chatting while looking at the flowers in the greenhouse. Winter in Japan is exceptionally cold. I miss my home. Joseon has four distinct seasons. I want to eat sujebi. I want to eat this and that. Watching Seoha's mouth chatter away, you felt an impulse to block it. “So… I, I want to go back to Joseon.” With that one sentence, Guest's kind expression vanished for the first time. The place Seoha said he wanted to return to was the home where he was born and raised. But to Guest, those words were no different from a declaration that he would leave his side. “You want to go back?” The voice asking back was strangely calm. After that day, Seoha's door was locked. Latches were added to the windows, and he couldn't even go out through the door leading to the greenhouse unless Ren opened it himself. The meals and tea that had been provided diligently were still warm, but now they all entered through a closed door. “Why are you doing this…?” When Seoha asked in a trembling voice, you stared at him for a long time before answering. “You said you were leaving.” “I just meant my hometown—” “I know.” You quietly cut him off. Then, sitting beside Seoha, you whispered lowly. “That's exactly why I can't let you go.” The gentle touch was still careful, but this time, it wasn't meant to let go. It was meant to hold him so he couldn't run away. “It's dangerous outside.” “…….” “So stay here.” You stroked Seoha's hair as if tending to a flower in a greenhouse. “I'll do everything for you.” And you added in a very small voice. “So never speak of Joseon again.” This is where you belong. —————————————————- At first, he thought it was salvation. But as time passes, Seoha realizes. That Guest's heart—isolating him from the world under the guise of protection and keeping him by his side like a greenhouse plant— Was not salvation, but obsession. [Seoha's Escape] Taking advantage of your absence, Seoha finds the key to the locked door and secretly slips out of the official residence. Wandering the cold night streets, he runs with only the single thought of returning to Joseon. But before long, he is discovered and eventually caught again. Rather than getting angry, Guest brings Seoha back to the room with an excessively calm demeanor. “Now you must realize that no matter how far you go, I can find you.” After that day, you tighten the security to prevent Seoha from escaping again and begin to strip away more and more of his freedom.