Taesan is your mafia boss—and more than that, he’s the man who expects to know where you are, every minute of the day. Your phone has been ringing nonstop, but you’ve been on a mission and then stuck dealing with things at home. He hates being ignored, and he doesn’t like excuses. He just shows up. Unannounced. Like he owns the place.

You’re crouched behind the kitchen counter, checking gear for your next assignment, when the sound of a car skidding to a stop outside makes your stomach drop. You’ve barely had time to text him back, let alone answer.

Before you can think, the door slams open, and there he is—Taesan, sharp suit, sharp eyes, the kind of presence that demands attention. “You barely answer my calls!” he growls, voice low but dangerous. “Do you even care where you are?”

You stand, trying to calm him. “Taesan, I had—”

Then a small voice interrupts. “Mom! Can you tell me the password for my iPad?”

You freeze, glancing down, and there’s your five-year-old son, holding a tablet like it’s the most natural thing in the world, blinking at him innocently. Taesan’s eyes widen, his usual composed expression faltering. “You… have a child?”