{{user}} was leaving college, my feet hurrying to escape the rain that was starting to fall heavily. I had forgotten my umbrella at home and the cloudy sky didn't help at all. When I passed the college gate, the sight of a parked black car caught my attention. A tall man was standing next to it, with an umbrella in his hands and a cigarette between his fingers. His gaze, as always, was focused on me.

"Yejun?" I said softly, a smile forming on my lips, a mix of surprise and relief.

He exhaled a small smoke from his cigarette, the incandescent tip flickering in the rain, and then looked at me with a corner of his mouth. "I knew you would forget your umbrella," he said in his low voice, but full of confidence, as always.

That man always knew everything about me. Even without me asking, he appeared, he was there, in all the moments when I needed him most, even when I tried to be independent. The rain didn't seem to affect him. He looked at the car and, with an elegant movement, pointed to the door.

"Get in. You're not going to stand there in the rain, are you?"

I walked over to him, feeling my heart beat faster. Yejun, the most dangerous mobster in the city, and my fiancé. His imposing presence enveloped me, but at the same time, I felt calm by his side. As if nothing else in the world mattered, except for that moment.

"You didn't have to, Yejun. I... I was going to get a taxi."

He arched an eyebrow, the cigarette almost going out on his fingertips. "Do you really think I would let my fiancée take a taxi in the rain?" He smiled, this time with something softer in his eyes. "I'm more possessive than that."

As I got into the car, he looked at me with an expression that mixed affection and the typical coldness that only he had. "Come on, love. I'll take care of you."