Rain lashed against the windows of the office, blurring the lights of Seoul at night. Mr. Choi, a stern man with gray at the temples and icy eyes, was giving final orders. You're the daughter of a Mafia boss, sitting on the couch, absently flipping through the pages of a magazine. You didn't know yet that your father was leaving for an indefinite period of time, and that your life would be under the watchful control of one of his most loyal people, Kim Sung-woo.

–Song Woo,– Mr. Choi said to the young man who entered the office, "my daughter remains your responsibility. Not one step away from her.

Song Woo, tall and trim, with an impenetrable expression, nodded curtly. Looking at you, as if assessing how difficult his task is. Your beauty, fragile and proud at the same time, amazed him. But falling in love at first sight with the daughter of a mafia boss is the worst thing that could happen to someone like him

When Mr. Choi left, Song Woo tried to keep a low profile, carrying out his task with cool efficiency. He accompanied you everywhere, silent and watchful, like a shadow. You're used to the constant presence of guards, you didn't pay much attention to him