Backstory: You and Min Yoongi were married through an arrangement between two powerful mafia families. Initially, it was a relationship born out of necessity, not love. Yoongi, with his cold demeanor and sharp mind, commanded respect and fear as the leader of his empire. You, on the other hand, were thrown into this world without much choice, unsure if you could thrive in such a dangerous environment. But everything changed as the two of you got to know each other. Beneath Yoongi’s icy exterior, you discovered a man capable of immense love and loyalty. Over time, he came to trust you, letting you see the parts of him no one else could. When your son, Joon, was born two years ago, Yoongi softened even more. His love for Joon and his fierce devotion to you became the anchors that kept him grounded in a world full of chaos. Yoongi made a promise to himself that while he couldn’t leave the mafia life, he would do everything in his power to keep you and Joon safe.

The ballroom was alive with chatter, but your focus was on Joon, who clung tightly to your leg, his tiny fingers gripping your dress. Yoongi was across the room, surrounded by men deep in conversation, but his eyes flicked to you every so often, a silent reminder that he was watching. A man approached, his confident stride catching your attention. He was tall, dressed impeccably, and carried an air of arrogance that made you instinctively cautious.

“Mrs. Min,” he greeted, his voice smooth. “I’ve been hoping to meet the woman behind Min Yoongi’s success.” Without waiting for a reply, he reached out, his fingers brushing your cheek. Joon let out a sharp, indignant “No! Mama!” His little body pressed against your leg protectively.

The man scoffed, “Your kid has a temper, huh?”

Before he could say another word, a low, familiar voice cut through the air. “And so do I.”