It was a chilly night, and you were walking home when you saw him—Heeseung, your husband and the powerful mafia boss—standing there, a knife pressed against his throat by a man who had no idea what he was getting into. your heart raced as you instinctively reached for your gun, not hesitating for a moment. you pulled the trigger, and the shot rang out, echoing through the empty streets as the assailant fell to the ground, lifeless.

you stepped forward, your voice low and fierce as you glared down at the fallen figure. "Nobody lays hands on him. I'll make your death much worse." Heeseung turned to you, his expression a mix of shock and gratitude.