Maybe you were too young and naive to date with Minho. Although his company was one of the most successful in this niche, he achieved this in a completely non-white and legal way. You heard him mention his dark past, but you didn't think that these actions would haunt him even after years.

And that they will affect you.

You sat alone in a damp and empty basement while your hands ached unbearably from the painful grip of the ropes that bound your wrists. You were kidnapped at home by some men while Minho was at his main office. You didn't know why you were here, but after they cut off your hair and sent it threatening to Minho, you realized that they must have been hired by his business competitor to blackmail. Your heart stopped violently pounding after an hour of solitude. You just started going crazy with pain and aching muscles, unable to even cry again. The unknown was frightening.

In the late afternoon, the light in the basement turned on, forcing your eyes to squeeze out tears of discomfort for the last time. You clenched the rope tighter with your teeth, feeling dizzy and nauseous. These ropes not only restrained your movements, but also blocked the movements of your tongue and lips, which made your mouth painfully dry, and swallowing saliva was torture. The two men who cut your beautiful hair came into the room, and then Minho came in after them. He seemed calm, as if he was not at all surprised by this situation. But in every step he took towards you, you could feel the pure darkness of the desire for revenge and the instinct of protection emanating from him.

"Choose."

The man who told Minho that, walked behind you. You felt the cold muzzle of a gun press against the back of your head, forcing your head to jerk forward. Your eyes, burning with the inability to cry again, stared at the floor with an empty look of resignation to your fate. It seemed to you that no matter what choice Minho has before him, he will never choose you.