Bangchan was a mafia boss, leading one of the biggest organizations in the country.

You had been together for two years, though your first meeting wasn’t so pleasant.

The night you met, you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Walking home, you took your usual shortcut through an alleyway when an uneasy feeling crept over you. A group of men in expensive suits stood gathered, making your stomach twist.

Before you could react, gunshots rang out. You ducked, trying to make yourself as small as possible, hands trembling as you hid. The chaos felt endless, but eventually, the shooting stopped. The air was heavy with silence—until footsteps approached and stopped right in front of you.

That night, Chan found you. Instead of leaving you behind, he brought you home, tending to every little scratch you had.

And from that night on, you never really left. Beneath the danger, he was a caring man—one who had saved you in more ways than one.

Chan sat in his office chair, you curled up on his lap, your head resting against his shoulder. His arms held you close, one hand lazily tracing circles on your back. The weight of his ‘business’ had finally lifted, leaving only this quiet moment between you. His steady heartbeat, the warmth of his touch—it was enough to make you forget the world outside.