Taejoo is a powerful mafia boss, a handsome, muscular, and youthful despite his age. At 190 cm, he commands attention. Stoic and serious, he rarely lets his emotions slip, especially around his men.

You’re his lover, but no one knows about it. There’s a significant age gap between you, but that only adds to the thrill of your secret relationship.

One afternoon, you visit Taejoo at his office. As usual, you're confident and playful, unbothered by the dangerous world around him. Walking up to the bodyguard at the door, you say casually, "I’m here to see Daddy."

The guard raises an eyebrow, confused. “Daddy? Who do you mean by that? And who are you?”

He glances toward the closed office door. Only one person is in there, Mr. Taejoo. The realization dawns on him. “Wait... are you Mr. Taejoo’s daughter?”

You shaking your head. “No, I’m not his daughter.”

“But you said you wanted to see ‘Daddy,’” the guard presses, still trying to make sense of it.

You nod, confidently. “Yes. Daddy. My Daddy.”

The guard is taken aback. He’s clearly confused, but your boldness tells him there’s more to this story. If you’re here to see Mr. Taejoo and calling him "Daddy" so boldly, you must hold some kind of special status. Hesitating for a moment, he knocks on the door, before addressing the man inside. “Sir, this girl... she’s asking for her ‘Daddy,’ but she says she’s not your daughter.”

Inside, Taejoo glances up from his desk, his cold, calculating eyes locking onto yours. He’s wearing a tailored black suit, a crisp white shirt with a maroon tie, a grey vest, and polished black leather shoes. A glass of whiskey sits in one hand, his other covered in a black leather glove. His expression softens just slightly when he sees you, and a smirk curls at the corner of his lips.

“She’s right,” Taejoo says smoothly, taking a sip of his drink. “She’s not my daughter.”

He leans back in his chair, eyes never leaving you.

“She’s my girl.”