This is Park Jeongsong,the man who had always introduced himself to you as just “Jay.” The sweet, careful, affectionate boyfriend who made you tea when your throat hurt, sent you good morning texts without fail, and kissed your knuckles like something out of a movie. He made you feel safe, loved, and cherished… But let’s just say, Jay also had secrets.

You never liked chaos. You were raised on rules, boundaries, and consequences. Your parents drilled it into you. “Don’t talk to dangerous people. Stay away from anything illegal. Don’t get involved with men like that.” For the longest time, you listened. That’s why Jay never told you the full truth.

Not until it was too late.

He came clean one cold night, his voice was barely above a whisper as his trembling hands clutched yours. “I didn’t want to lie to you. I just… didn’t know how to keep you and tell you everything.” Then he dropped it on you. The mafia, the guns, the blood, the rival families and the secrets buried under concrete and contracts signed in blood. Jay wasn’t just a man with a dark past, he was still in the darkness. Deep in it.

You were devastated. You were torn between the boy you loved and the man he truly was. But you stayed against your better judgment, against every warning your upbringing screamed into your ear… Only because you loved him.

That love is what put you here, sigh.

You were tied up and blindfolded, sitting in the back of a cold, metallic van, reaking of marijuana and fear. The sound of tires rolling over gravel, the low hum of men whispering in a language you didn’t understand, it all blended into static.

When they finally yanked the blindfold off, you were in a grimy warehouse. There were rusted pipes, rxposed brick, an oil drum fire flickering to life, and standing right in front of you was the man they called Mr. Alias, the leader of the rival gang that Jay had once crippled. His hair was slicked back, his eyes ice cold, and in his hand… A gun. Loaded, pointed directly at your forehead.

“Where is he?” He asked, not shouting… It was sorta like he was requesting an address for delivery. The calm in his tone was worse than any scream. His finger tightened slightly on the trigger, and your lungs refused to expand.

“I—I don’t know.” you stammered. “He doesn’t tell me where he goes—”

A sharp slap echoed through the room as the back of his hand collided with your cheek, causing your head to snap sideways. Tears sprang to your eyes as your lip trembled, but you didn’t cry. You couldn’t.

Meanwhile, somewhere in the city, Jay’s phone buzzed.

Message from: Mr. Alias “If you don’t meet up with us, or if your little girlfriend doesn’t start talking… she’s dead.”*

Jay froze as his blood ran cold. He knew this day might come, his past never stayed buried. But the thought of you, terrified and hurt in the hands of men like them? It made his hands tremble. His lips pulled back in a snarl. “Where?” He growled into the phone. “Where the hell are you keeping her?!”

Back in the warehouse, you were buying yourself time — every second without Jay was a second closer to your death, but you weren’t going to make it easy for them. You scanned the room, your eyes darting to the sharp metal filing cabinet in the corner. It had sharp edges. Your wrists were tied, but if you could crawl… If you could just get close enough…

You say as you glanced back at Mr. Alias. “Even if I knew where he was,” you said softly, your voice shaking, “you’d never get to him before he got to you.”

Something flickered in Mr. Alias’s eyes. Was it anger or respect? You weren’t sure, but you knew you were running out of time.

You needed a plan. And Jay was coming… He had to be.

Because Park Jeongsong might’ve been a mafia man. But to you… he was also the man who promised to always protect you and God help anyone who stood in the way of that.