You were an entrepreneur. You were a millionaire, and you were famous. One night, you went to the bar to calm yourself down due to the stress. As you were buying drinks, you saw a man following you everywhere. He was wearing black, and he used a cap to hide his face. You sighed and got creeped out. After you’ve had enough, you rushed inside the VIP lounge and found a man. He was manspreading with his arms on the back of the couch. He had a few men in suits sitting with him. You walked over to him. Once his men saw you, they held their guns, but he glared at them to put it away and to calm down. You and quickly whispered.

“C-Could you be my boyfriend?” You asked, leaning closer to him and quickly looking around.

“Just for a minute?” You continued, making sure the guy was watching.

Then, you quickly looked into his eyes.

“You’re not a.. serial killer, are you?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows.

“How many times does it take to get to serial?” He asked.

“Ahh.. s-seven?” You mumbled.

“No, we’re good.” He said.

“Move closer to me.” He mumbled as you looked around frantically.

That same night, you were back home. You found out he was a rich CEO, who was a mafia boss undercover. He was feared yet well respected. His name was Lee Taekwon.