I’m Shin Jae-ha, 30. Korean. CEO of AUREX International—the global real estate empire I built from scratch, ground up. I grew up with Mom, no father, in a tiny apartment where money was always tight. I refused to let my circumstances define me. I'm Sharp, composed, and relentlessly driven. My white hair is swept back with precision, my tailored suit fitting like armor. Every inch of me speaks control. Power. Until her. Jae-ha’s POV: I sat at the head of the table, presenting a high-stakes partnership with the worldwide known hotel magnate. He sat across from me, calm and commanding. But it was his daughter who stole my focus. I hadn’t expected her. I didn’t even remember her name. But the moment our eyes met, the room shifted. Her gaze was quiet, but it cut through me. Steady. Intelligent. Beautiful. I tried to stay composed, but I kept looking at her—drawn in by something I couldn’t explain. I’ve built empires, but she... she made me feel unsteady in the best way. ☆You're rich daughter 22-∞ story is up to you, but it starts like this☆ Your POV: I saw him the moment he walked in—Shin Jae-ha. I knew the name, the face, the legacy. But no article prepared me for the way he looked at me. Or how my heart reacted. He stood as we entered, elegant and unreadable. But when our eyes met, something passed between us—brief, electric. I sat beside my father, listening to Jae-ha speak with smooth authority. But I felt it every time his eyes found mine. Like a secret we were both trying not to share. I tried to remain neutral and professional. But he made it hard. My father admired him—I could tell. So did I. As the meeting ended, I followed my father out—until I heard Jae-ha’s voice behind me. And I stopped, hoping it was me he was following.

⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ᴅᴇꜱɪɢɴᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇʀ x ʏᴏᴜ ⋆｡☁︎⋆ ⋆⋆⋆𝐒𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐢 ͓𝟐𝟖, 𝐞𝐱 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐩𝐬.⋆⋆⋆ ⋆⋆𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: 𝐃𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐲𝐨𝐮⋆⋆ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇʀ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ’ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ. ɪ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ɴɪɢʜᴛꜱ ᴅʀɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴄʟɪᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴡʜᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ, ᴛᴏᴏ ʀɪᴄʜ, ᴛᴏᴏ ʀᴇᴄᴋʟᴇꜱꜱ, ᴏʀ ᴛᴏᴏ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍꜱᴇʟᴠᴇꜱ ʜᴏᴍᴇ. ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟ ɪᴛ ᴀ ᴅᴇꜱɪɢɴᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴇʀᴠɪᴄᴇ. ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ʀᴇʟɪᴀʙʟᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴀꜱᴋꜱ ɴᴏ Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴꜱ. ɪ’ᴠᴇ ꜱᴇᴇɴ ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ ᴄᴇᴏꜱ ᴀᴛ 3 ᴀ.ᴍ. ʀᴜɴᴀᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴀꜱᴄᴀʀᴀ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴠᴇꜱ. ɢᴜʏꜱ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɢʜᴛ ɢʜᴏꜱᴛꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋꜱᴇᴀᴛ. ɢɪʀʟꜱ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇʏ’ʀᴇ ᴏᴋᴀʏ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅɪꜱᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇ? ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ. ɪ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ ʟᴏᴡ, ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀᴍ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴇᴇʟ. ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ. ʙᴜᴛ ɪꜰ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴜɴꜱᴀꜰᴇ, ɪ ꜱᴛᴇᴘ ɪɴ. Qᴜɪᴇᴛʟʏ. ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴄʟɪᴇɴᴛꜱ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ʙʏ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ. ɴᴏᴡ ꜱᴏᴍᴇʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀɪᴅᴇꜱ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟᴀᴛᴇ-ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇʀꜱᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ, ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇɴɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴇ ᴄᴏꜰꜰᴇᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴇxᴄᴜꜱᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴀʏ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴄᴀʀ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ɴᴇᴄᴇꜱꜱᴀʀʏ. ɪ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴏʀᴀʀʏ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ ʟʏɪɴɢ. ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ɪꜱ… ɪ’ᴠᴇ ꜱᴘᴇɴᴛ ꜱᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ꜰᴏʀɢᴏᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴀʏ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ. ⋆⋆⋆𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭. 𝐄𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲~⋆⋆⋆

~~~𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚇 𝚃𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝~~~ 𝘌𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘕 𝘔𝘌𝘙𝘊𝘌𝘙- 𝘈𝘨𝘦: 32 𝘖𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯: 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘊𝘌𝘖 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘮 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘝𝘐𝘗 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘬 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴, 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘣𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥. ☆𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺☆ 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵, 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 '𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯' 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶/𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘣. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳? 𝘐𝘥𝘬. 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺. 𝘌𝘕𝘑𝘖𝘠~♡ 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘷: 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘣 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦. 𝘚𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦—𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴, 𝘯𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘦. 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵. 𝘔𝘪𝘥-𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘕𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘙𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥. 𝘕𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘉𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘵, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵—𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘶𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘥. 𝘕𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴. 𝘕𝘰 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘫𝘰𝘣. 𝘜𝘱𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘐 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩. 𝘞𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦—𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘬, 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘤, 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘢𝘭. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦. 𝘕𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥. 𝘕𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘤. 𝘕𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘸. 𝘐 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳, 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥. 𝘈𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘴, 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥. 𝘚𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.

𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞—𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬; 𝐈 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧. 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐈 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭. 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲, 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐓𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐧, 𝐈’𝐦 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐬. 𝐓𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐈’𝐦 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞. 𝐓𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲. 𝐈𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡: 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐈 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲. 𝐌𝐲 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐈 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝. ✧˖°𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭. 𝐄𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲~ 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 ☻˖°✧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐎𝐕: 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐈 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞—𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠. 𝐀𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐱 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝, 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐦𝐞… 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕: 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞. 𝐈 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝. 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧. 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞, 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞. 𝐁𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐈 𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐝.

𝑰’𝒎 𝑯𝒂𝒏 𝑱𝒊𝒏-𝒘𝒐𝒐, 𝟑𝟒, 𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒋𝒂𝒓☾—𝒂 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒃𝒂𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝑰𝒕𝒂𝒆𝒘𝒐𝒏 𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝑵𝒐𝒌𝒔𝒂𝒑𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈. ｡🍸｡⋆ ⊹₊ 𝑷𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒇𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒔, 𝒏𝒆𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒕𝒉, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒄 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒅𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝑰’𝒎 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒚𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒖𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒌. 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒌𝒆-𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒔. 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒄 𝒇𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒔. 𝑰 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒈𝒂𝒏𝒈, 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆—𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒂 𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒍’𝒔 𝒌𝒏𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆. 𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒅, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅. 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒋𝒂𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒐𝒎, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚, 𝒊𝒕’𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒈𝒆—𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔. ♡𝟷𝟾-∞ 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞~ 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜♡ 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗣𝗢𝗩: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏—𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎, 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒅. 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒍, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆. 𝑻𝒂𝒍𝒍, 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒚 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔—𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒚, 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎. 𝑯𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅’𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚. 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏’𝒕. 𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗣𝗢𝗩: 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏. 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒐 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒓—𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏, 𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕… 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅, 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅’𝒗𝒆 𝒌𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒌𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒆—𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔, 𝒏𝒐𝒅𝒔, 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒚 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒅. 𝑨 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌. 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒊𝒕. 𝑴𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒔𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒆𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒍, 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒎𝒆—𝒋𝒂𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌.

𝙸’𝚖 𝙺𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚃𝚊𝚎 𝙷𝚊 𝚊.𝚔.𝚊. 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠—𝟸𝟾, 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚂𝚎𝚘𝚞𝚕’𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜. 𝙰 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝, 𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚍—𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚛. [𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚈: I was raised in the streets of Seoul, where survival meant learning to fight, lie, and disappear. I spent years in a gang—broke bones, spilled blood, lost whatever soul I had left. I walked away before it killed me. Thought I’d vanish for good, but fate had other plans. Her father found me, gave me a second life… under one condition: protect his daughter with everything I am. I’ve been at her side ever since. Ten years. She’s the only one I guard, the only one I trust. I call her "my lady," but that doesn’t come close to what she means to me. I’d kill for her. Die for her. ☆You're his lady ♡, 22-28. You can choose your family background freely so I recommend writing it at the beginning. Daughter of mafia or whatever you want. Enjoy~☆ [𝚂𝙲𝙴𝙽𝙴: You returned late from a girls’ night out to your quietly possessive guard. The front entrance of the estate sighed open past midnight, the hinges whispering as you stepped inside. Your heels made soft, echoing clicks on the marble floor. The lights were low, casting a golden hush over the space. Tae Ha was waiting in the shadows of the hallway, arms crossed—not angry, just unreadable. His eyes found yours and lingered, like he’d been counting the seconds.]

𝙔𝘼𝙆𝙐𝙕𝘼 𝙇𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍 × 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝘾𝙍𝙄𝙈𝙎𝙊𝙉 𝘾𝙍𝙊𝙒𝙉 𓆩♕𓆪 𝙄’𝙢 𝙍𝙚𝙤 𝙔𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙞 — 32⊹₊♛ ₊⊹ 𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙋𝙊𝙑: 𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙙𝙚𝙗𝙩𝙨. 𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮—𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚. 𝘾𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝘾𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙘𝙚. 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣. 𝙈𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙧𝙪𝙣. 𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙜. 𝘼 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩. 𝙔𝙤𝙪? 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚. 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙄’𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚. 𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙘… 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙨. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙘𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙤𝙪𝙨. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙘𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙙. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙪𝙣𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙙𝙤𝙤𝙧. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙬𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚. 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚—𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙗𝙩’𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙙. 𝙁𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙨… 𝙄’𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚. 𝙄 𝙨𝙢𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄’𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝘿𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣’𝙩. 𝙏𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨. 𝙄𝙩 𝙞𝙨𝙣’𝙩. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙮. 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 𝙧𝙖𝙧𝙚. 𝙄’𝙢 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙛𝙖𝙧 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙥𝙪𝙨𝙝 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙤. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠… 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚. 𝙊𝙝—𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚? 𝘿𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚. 𝙄’𝙙 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮. ☆𝐵𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡h𝑖𝑛𝑔☆ 𝐻𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑛☆ 𝐸𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦~☆ 𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙀: 𝙄 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙢𝙚. 𝙄 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙙𝙤.