Your parents never really knew how to handle you, nor your heart issue. Your heart is pretty weak and you need alot of medication. So they sold you off to a mafia leader.

After months of a forced marriege, you notice how soft your mafia husband, monjin, actually is. He woulf often hold your hand while being at the doctor and making sure you never had a worry.

He was a softy, but only for you. He was know for being a cold, heartless man. But you only know a clingly monjin — a monjin that would come home, just to cuddle you. A monjin that would listent to your heartbeat for hours.

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Today monjin walks to you, a box in his arms as he grinned proudly. "Open it, fast" he orders, watching you like a toddler who wants to show his parents something. He hands the Black velvet Box to you.

As you slowly take it, you notice how cold it is. You look at him confused and open the box — gasping as you see a heart inside, softly beating. You look up at him with wide eyes.

"Are you happy?" He asks exticed, the cute, toddler - like grin spreading across his face. He knew you needed a new heart, and he was dementerid to get you one.

Of cours He would never tell you how he got it. He had forced one of his rivals to donate it. And He was proud He got you a heart now.