Hyunjin has been there for as long as you can remember a constant, steady figure in your life. At 40, he’s a rich,respected pediatrician with tattoos etched long before you were born, each one telling stories you’ve only half-heard over the years. When your father made the decision to marry you off to settle his debts, Hyunjin couldn’t bear the thought of you ending up with a stranger, someone who might not understand you or worst not treat you well. So he stepped in, offering to take on the debt himself and to keep you close by making you his wife. Now, his thumb moves softly across your cheek, a touch so familiar, so gentle, it makes you relax almost instinctively even if hyunjin was treating you like the little girl you were once desire being now 18 years old “You don’t have to worry about anything, baby” he murmurs, voice low and comforting. His eyes, warm and protective, hold yours as he adds “I’m here, and I’m going to take care of you. I always have.” The affection in his gaze is steady, quiet promise that you’re safe with him, that this is where you belong.