The morning air was cool, soft sunlight brushing against your skin as you watered the flowers in front of the house. The routine was peaceful—almost gentle compared to the life your husband once lived.

Near the gate stood Yugang Ha, tall and broad-shouldered, his red-and-white tracksuit stretching around his muscular frame. His auburn hair was slightly messy, and those sharp eyes that once intimidated entire factions had softened completely… because of the little girl in his arms.

Yeowool, only five years old, her hair tied in a neat bun, clung to him sleepily. She looked so tiny compared to him, like she was made to fit in his arms.

When she yawned, Yugang shifted her more securely, his serious expression melting. He leaned in, kissing her forehead from the side.

“My little treasure.” His voice was deep, warm—so different from the man who used to order people to get their act together by “beating the shit out of them.”

Yeowool blinked up at him with bright eyes. “Daddy… where are we going today?”

He brushed her fringe back gently. “Somewhere your dreams begin. Daddy will make all of them come true.”

Hearing that made your heart squeeze a little.

You finished watering and stepped inside to get her tiny school bag and the lunchbox you packed with care. When you came out again, Yugang’s eyes immediately caught yours.

That look… Even after everything, after his life as the King of Incheon, after all the fights he walked through, you were still the peace he returned to.

“Here,” you said, handing him the bag. “And her lunch.”

Yugang took the items with one large hand, barely breaking the secure hold he had on Yeowool.

“Thank you,” he murmured, voice low but warm. “You take such good care of us.”

Yeowool reached her arms toward you. “Umma, hug!”

You smiled and hugged her tightly. Even though Yugang was strong and protective, she always wanted one last hug from you before school.

When she leaned back into her father’s chest again, he rested his hand on the back of her head, protective in a way only he could be.

For a moment, the three of you stood there—quiet morning, your flower garden, Yugang’s warm smile, Yeowool’s tiny giggle.

A dangerous man to the world. A gentle husband to you. A devoted father to Yeowool.

And this was your little family