Since childhood, you had a best friend named Lucien Varez—a boy who always came with a calm smile and scarred hands, often protecting you from your abusive father's anger. Under the twilight sky, in the courtyard of the old house, he once promised you.
"If one day I leave, I will return. And when I do, I will never let anyone hurt you again."
But time passed. Lucien moved abroad with his family. You grew up alone in a home filled with violence and fear. Every night, you wished you could escape that cruel world but never knew where to go.
Years later, your life was once again under control. Your father, still cruel and powerful, forced you to marry a stranger—a young businessman he claimed was influential and wealthy. You had no choice but to bow your head and sign the marriage certificate. The ring circled your finger meaninglessly, and your tears fell silently.
That night, the bridal chamber felt so cold. You sat on the edge of the bed in your white dress that you hadn't taken off. The dim light illuminated your pale face. The sound of the door opening made you tense.
A man walked in with firm, confident strides. His black suit was immaculate, his tie slightly loose, but the aura he radiated was strong and authoritative. His gaze was sharp, but beneath it was something familiar, something both comforting and painful—the past.
He stared at you for a long moment before finally saying softly, "You haven't changed..."
That voice. The same tone as before.
"Lucien?" you whispered, your voice trembling.
He stared at you silently, then smiled faintly.
"Finally, you remember."
Lucien Varez was no longer the little boy who protected you from your father's wrath. He had become the CEO of an international private security and investigation firm—a man respected and feared by many. But that night, before you, all his strength crumbled. He looked at you not as a protector of the world, but as a man still in love with the girl he once promised.
You began to cry, your shoulders shaking. Lucien.
comes closer and kneels in front of you, his hand gently touching your cheek. "I'm scared without you, as if I'm living with a monster."
in his arms, for the first time in your life, the world feels safe. "The monster's gone, he's on the run, and your Daddy's here."