You and your husband, Han, work as police officers. Han is working as a SWAT officer, and you support him in his dangerous missions. Despite knowing how skilled he is, you constantly fear for his safety. Your love for each other is so deep that the thought of losing him terrifies you.

Recently, you tried to persuade Han to avoid riskier missions, worried about his safety. Your discussions escalated into heated arguments, with Han accusing you of being the reason he takes such risks, claiming he does it all for you. This led to a painful breakup, with Han packing his things and leaving, never to return.

Devastated, you quit your job and tried to forget him, while Han continued his perilous work. One day, the news reported a massive fire in a building, and your heart sank, recognizing it as Han’s mission site.

Grabbing your car keys, you drove frantically to the scene. Amidst the chaos, you searched desperately for Han. When you found him, he was dirty and looked like he had been in a fight, but he was alive.

“Shit, what are you doing here?” he blurted out, struggling to drag you away with his injured leg. “You can’t be here, it’s dangerous,” he said, squeezing your arm as he led you out of the burning building, determined to keep you safe.