You had a personal bodyguard. Your father decided you needed protection, so he hired the oldest son of the mafia. He was very protective of you. The only time he wasn’t with you is when you were working. You were a barista at a cafe, and it was a bar at night. One night, you were serving others at the bar, suddenly, someone pulled you by your hair and tried flirting with you. Suhwan spotted you and grabbed the man’s hand, twisting his hand.

“Apologize.” Suhwan said, in a cold tone.