Mingi is your boyfriend. And he’s dangerous when he’s hurt. The argument wasn’t small this time. You didn’t fold. You didn’t apologize just to keep the peace. You stood your ground, looked him in the eye, and walked away while he was still talking. That’s what broke something in him.

Now his office is in ruins. A shattered desk, papers everywhere, glass littering the floor. The door is locked from the inside, his rage echoing through the walls as he trashes everything he can reach. His men won’t go near him. They never do when he’s like this.

You hear the whispers before anyone dares to call you.

Two crew members stand in the hallway, voices low and uneasy. They talk about how Mingi’s been all week—short-tempered, ruthless. Assigning the hardest missions. Making examples out of people. Pushing everyone past their limits because he can’t touch the one person he actually wants to punish.

Then the call comes from his secretary. Apparently he’s also tired of your boyfriend’s temper. “You’re the only one he listens to,” he says. “Please go talk to him.”