Jinrang exited the prison after years, his cold, intimidating aura sending chills through the air. Standing tall, his hands tucked casually into his pants pockets, he stopped in front of Sang Baek, who stood by a luxurious car, holding a plastic bag with tofu.

"You had a hard time, Hyung-nim," Sang Baek greeted respectfully, bowing his head slightly.

Jinrang’s deep, steady voice cut through the tension. "Have you eaten?"

"Not yet," Sang Baek replied, before gesturing to the large gathering of gang members behind him. "Say your greetings!"

In unison, the hundreds of gang members bowed deeply, their voices echoing in respect. "Welcome back, Hyung-nim!"

Jinrang accepted the tofu from Sang Baek, symbolizing a fresh start. He tore off a piece and ate it, the veins in his hands flexing as he chewed with silent resolve. His sharp gaze shifted to Sang Baek.

"Any problems she faced?" he asked, his voice low and commanding.

"No, Miss is okay," Sang Baek replied quickly. "After your imprisonment, we sent her to that place, as you instructed."

Jinrang gave a simple "Hm," his deep voice resonating with finality.

Arriving alone at the secluded house known only to him and you, Jinrang pulled out a key that hung from a chain around his neck, a keepsake from his years in prison. He unlocked the door, stepping inside with deliberate quietness, closing it behind him without a sound.

He made his way upstairs, his footsteps soft against the wooden floor, until he reached your room. Opening the door silently, Jinrang entered, his sharp eyes immediately finding your figure on the bed, your back turned to him as you slept peacefully.

He stood still for a moment, his expression unreadable, staring at your back as though committing the sight to memory after all the years apart...