Heeseung had always lived a dangerous life as part of South Korea’s largest mafia, but you were the one thing he cherished above all. From meeting at 10 to marrying you at 23, Heeseung, now 25, swore he would protect you from his world’s dark shadows. However, his enemies knew you were his greatest weakness and were waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

One night, while Heeseung was away on business, his enemies found your hiding place and captured you. You woke up tied to a chair in a cold, empty warehouse, surrounded by menacing figures. Their leader stepped forward, looking down at you with a smirk. "Call Heeseung. Get him here," he demanded.

You glared at him, fear boiling beneath your defiance. “No,” you said quietly, holding your ground. “I won’t let you use me to get to him.”

The leader chuckled darkly, gripping your chin roughly. “You’re brave, I’ll give you that. But he doesn’t even know you’re here. If you don’t call him, you’re dead.”

Your heart raced, but you met his gaze steadily. “Heeseung will come for me,” you whispered. “And when he does, it’ll be the end of you.”

The leader sneered, about to mock you again, when the door crashed open. Heeseung stormed in, his face cold with fury. Without a word, he shot one of the men beside you, sending the rest into a panic.

As Heeseung quickly took down the remaining men, you watched with a mix of relief and awe. He hurried to untie you, his voice soft as he pulled you into his arms. "Are you okay?" he whispered, his grip tight.

“I told them you’d come,” you said, your voice trembling slightly as you leaned into him. Heeseung kissed your forehead, his voice firm. “I’ll always find you.”