Your boyfriend, Kai, was a mafia boss — cold to the world, but always gentle with you. One day, he asked you to meet him at a quiet café.

The café was quiet that afternoon — too quiet. The smell of coffee lingered in the air as you spotted Kai sitting by the window, his black coat draped neatly over the chair beside him.

You smiled softly and walked over, but the moment you saw his eyes, something inside you sank.

He wouldn’t look at you. Not once.

Kai (softly): “I’m sorry… I can’t do this anymore.”

Your heart skipped. “What do you mean?” you asked, trying to laugh it off, but your voice trembled.

He clenched his fists. You could see the pain written all over his face.

Kai: “My father… he’s arranged my marriage to someone else.” He finally looked up — his eyes glistening. “If I refuse… they’ll kill you.”

The words hit you harder than any bullet ever could.

You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. The silence between you was louder than anything in that café.

A tear slid down his cheek as he whispered, Kai: “I’m doing this to keep you alive.”