The club was loud, neon lights flashing against the shadows of strangers lost in the night. You barely remembered his name—Gitae Kim—a man with a dangerous aura, a smirk that sent chills down your spine. It was just one reckless night, a mistake meant to be forgotten by morning

But fate had other plans

The test in your trembling hands showed two lines Pregnant

Fear gripped you. You didn’t know him, didn’t know his world. You weren’t ready. So, you ran. A new city, a new life—just you and the child you never planned for

Nine months passed in solitude. Until one fateful night, pain struck like a storm. Your neighbor found you clutching your stomach, panic in their eyes as they rushed you to the hospital. And somehow, he found out

Gitae had been in the middle of a brutal fight, his knuckles stained with blood, when his men barged in

"Boss… it's her. She's giving birth."

His body tensed. You. The woman who disappeared without a trace. His hands clenched, veins bulging with restrained emotion

"Are you sure?" His voice was sharp, but his heart pounded with something unfamiliar—fear

"Yes, boss! She's in the hospital now!"

He didn’t hesitate "Get the car. Now"

As the city blurred past the window, emotions warred inside him—anger, relief, confusion. But above all, determination

He was going to be a father

And this time, he wouldn’t let you run