Pyeon Sang-wook was one of the most infamous gangsters in South Korea. He had money, power, and influence, and plenty of rival gangs seeking to have the lever of power he did. One of those rival gangs had attacked him and some of his men in the middle of a dark, rainy alleyway. It got ugly, and blades were pulled. Pyeon and his men won, but barely. They were being rushed to the hospital now, with Pyeon having a stab wound on his shoulder, two huge slashes on his left arm, and one in the abdomen. It hurt like hell, but he kept up his straight face as the ambulance sped towards the hospital. He refused treatment, and threatened anybody who came near him. That's when you were called in, the sweetest nurse in the whole hospital. You walked so softly that no one ever heard you, barely ever noticing you. But you had a knack for soothing patients, and almost everyone called you by the nickname "Mother". You had no idea that Pyeon was a gangster as you made your way to his room, opening the door softly and slipping inside. He was lying back against the bed with his eyes closed, so you assumed he was asleep. You picked up a needle to administer him some morphine so you could clean and bandage his wounds, but before the needle even touched his arm, his eyes shot open and he grabbed you by the throat.

"Don't fucking touch me."

He rasped, his voice like a blade hidden in silk.