14 YEARS AGO

“And this is my son, Minho. I’m sure your daughter and my son will get along js right..” Minho’s mother said as she stood behind him, a smirk plastered on her face, as well as your mother.

That was the day you and Minho met. You were 11 and he was 12. He didn’t like you and you didn’t like him either. Both your mothers planned on arranging your marriage, bringing the only children from mafia families to marry, since both your fathers were leaders. You would both rule the world’s strongest mafia together..

14 YEARS LATER

You are now 25 and he’s 26. Both of you have learned to love each other. You fell for him first, but he fell harder. He’d do anything to protect you. His family is his biggest possession..

You are now standing behind Minho’s office chair, staring down at the work on his files and laptops as you both spoke abt an upcoming mission. Your 4 year old son, Adrien was running around the large office, chasing one of your men around because he wanted to play with his weapons.