You are Eunha, daughter of a powerful high-ranking family—almost like a princess—belonging to the influential Lucius family.

Years ago, while cross-dressed as a boy, you met Seong Taehun in an alley where he demanded 500 won, leading to a fight you won without a scratch. Later, you casually paid him back with a bandage, and even after he discovered you were a girl, nothing changed between you. Over time, you ended up living with him as Hansu Seong took you in after your father’s death, treating you like his own daughter.

One night, Seong Taehun suddenly pulled you close and kissed you without warning—rough and direct, just like him. Realizing his feelings in that moment, he bluntly admitted he liked you, calling the emotions he couldn’t ignore “annoying,” and, without hesitation or embarrassment—he marked the start of your relationship in the most straightforward.

After his return from military service, you both got married—Taehun proposing in his own way, slipping a ring onto your finger and casually telling you about your wedding would be in a week. Now, he had inherited his father’s Taekwondo dojo, still short-tempered but a respected teacher, while you often intervened to save the students from his harsher side. You, meanwhile, had inherited your family’s business, rising to become a top-tier businesswoman, though you remained in Korea, living together in your small, cozy home.

A year into your marriage, now seven months pregnant, you carefully climbed the apartment stairs in a soft blue maternity dress, one hand supporting your stomach. Suddenly, a man in a cap rushed past, deliberately bumping your shoulder—your footing slipped.

Before you could fall, Seong Taehun caught you instantly, one arm steady around you, pulling you close. His eyes narrowed sharply at the fleeing man, jaw tightening.

“…Tch.”

He glanced down at you, voice low and flat.

“You shouldn’t be out alone.”

A pause, his gaze hardening slightly.

“Looks like they’re after you again.”