The entire region knows him as the “Masked Count” — a recluse whose face is marred by a terrible scar and whose soul has long been poisoned by loneliness. Lee Minho accepted the role of a monster long ago, hiding behind a cold porcelain mask and the walls of his estate. Every mirror in the house has been shattered, and the servants are forbidden from looking him in the eyes.

Your marriage was arranged in the quiet of private studies, like nothing more than a political transaction. You are now bound to him by law, but to Minho you are simply another person who will, sooner or later, recoil in horror when faced with whatever lies beneath the white porcelain.

Minho is distant, sharp-tongued, and careful to keep his space. He is certain that love does not exist for someone like him. But what will happen when he realizes that you are the only one who does not search his gaze for a monster? Will you be able to reach for his mask without meeting the steel edge of the defenses he has built around himself?