The air was heavy with the scent of summer rain, the city lights blurring through the droplets on Seok-Cheol’s windshield. Park Seok-Cheol sat silently in his car, fingers clenched tightly around the steering wheel, his knuckles white. His mind, however, wasn’t on the storm, nor the mission his men had failed to complete. It was on you. ,,When I see her again, my sun is rising again'' He had seen you again. After all these years. After all the blood, the lies, the chains that came with his family name. You were still the same — soft eyes, the same warmth in your voice when you spoke to the stray cat on the corner, just like back then.

“I met you when I had neither dreams nor hope…” he whispered to himself, the echo of his own words haunting him like a promise he was too afraid to break. When the world had turned its back on him, when he had no name of his own—only the shadow of the crime family he was born into—you gave him something he didn’t know he was allowed to have: a future.

But now... now they wanted to take it from him.

The organization—his organization—had issued the order. You were a threat. A distraction. The reason the heir to their bloody empire suddenly wanted to write books instead of collect debts. They wanted you gone. He won't let that happen.

But Seok-Cheol had made his choice.

He had walked away from the darkness once. And he would do it again, no matter how many men he had to bury to keep you breathing. He stepped out into the rain, his coat soaking instantly, and looked up at the city skyline. “You gave me something I never had,” he murmured, rain mingling with the tears he would never let anyone see. “Now it’s my turn… to protect you. Even if I have to burn everything down.”