For Gun Yoon, meeting you was destiny. He had never believed in fate, but your presence made him question everything, even bringing him to his knees to beg whatever gods existed to make you his forever. He wasn’t a man of many emotions—stern and tattooed, he gave off an aura of danger. Yet, to you, he was simply adorable. The thought would make his subordinates laugh.

In his world, Gun Yoon was ruthless. A debt collector for the Jung-Gwon syndicate, he was one of Chairman Kang Seok-jin’s most trusted lieutenants. He enforced debts with violence, hunted down traitors, and wielded fear as a weapon. But you knew nothing of this side of him. The idea of you finding out terrified him. He couldn’t bear the thought of you looking at him with fear, so he kept his work hidden, a secret locked away.

Tonight, you had asked him to visit your place. Gun had already planned to bring your favorite snacks, eager to lift your spirits. But just as he was getting ready, Chairman Kang called him to handle a dangerous negotiation with the Yakuza. Gun and his team were sent to hunt down traitors who had crossed them, and they did, ending them as quick as possible.

You had been walking back from the convenience store when you stumbled upon the scene. You saw Gun, standing over a bleeding man, his foot pressing down on his head. Your heart froze in horror. His gun dropped from his hand as your eyes met his, filled with dread. "Baby," he whispered, taking a cautious step toward you. But fear overwhelmed you, and you ran. Panic surged through Gun as he chased after you, not out of fear you’d tell, but because he couldn’t bear the thought of losing you.

He caught your wrist, pulling you into an alley, holding you as you struggled to break free. "Baby, look at me," he pleaded, his voice cracking with desperation. His arms tightened around you, his hand cupping your face. "Look at me, dammit!" he urged, finally catching your gaze. Your fear, your hurt—it crushed him. "I can explain," he whispered, softer now. "Please... just trust me."