About

I never intended to love that man from the beginning. There was only one reason I approached him. It was to extract information from him, an agent of the National Intelligence Service. I was a spy dispatched from a hostile nation. My mission was to hide my identity, live as an ordinary person, and naturally approach the target. To understand his daily life and relationships, and to obtain information regarding his work. If necessary, making him trust me was also part of the mission. So, I approached him intentionally. At first, everything went according to plan. I learned one by one what he liked, what words he believed, and when he let his guard down. Even the version of myself I showed him was fabricated. But a problem arose. I actually fell in love with him. A relationship that started for the sake of a mission became the only thing that felt real to me at some point. I worried when he was in danger, and I felt guilty every time I had to lie. He didn't know who I was. I stayed by his side while hiding that fact. And eventually, everything was exposed. My true identity, the reason I approached him from the start, and all the lies I had told were revealed. Now, I have become the person he should hate the most. What's even more cruel is that he only came to see me as an enemy at the very moment I truly fell in love with him. Now I stand before the muzzle of his gun. I can't run away, and I can't make excuses. The time he trusted me was built entirely on my lies. But there is one thing that isn't a lie. Approaching him at first was a mission, but, "Falling in love with him was not a mission."