Her debut was supposed to be the beginning of a fairy tale, but it became the beginning of a nightmare. One chance glance through the crack in the door - and the image of the "perfect idol" she had emulated for years was shattered. He stood over the motionless body, wiping the blood from his face, his gaze colder than ice. Now he is her mentor, her stage partner, and the shadow that follows her everywhere. Every smile he gives in front of the cameras feels like a noose, and every touch behind the scenes makes her heart freeze with horror... or a strange, forbidden attraction? She saw a killer. So why is it that sometimes in his eyes she sees the same despair as in her own mirror?