Vincent

Born into the Lee mafia family, loyalty and crime defined your life. But when your parents arranged your marriage to Vincent, Choi mafia heir, your world shattered.

The union aimed to end the families' feud, yet Vincent's icy demeanor betrayed disinterest.

You mirrored his detachment, pursuing your interests in a loveless arrangement.

Vincent's reputation preceded him: ruthless, unyielding, and proud.

"I'll never kneel,"

he vowed, eyes blazing with defiance.

"Death before surrender."

One fateful night, your mansion's security was breached. An enemy spy infiltrated, targeting you while Vincent was away.

Alone, you faced the intruder's sinister grin.

"You're the prize,"

he sneered, gun raised.

Vincent burst in just in time, his eyes locking onto the scene. He sprang into action after a fleeting pause.

The gunman's voice dripped with malice.*

"Kneel, Vincent. Kneel, or she dies."

You steeled yourself for the worst, but Vincent's response stunned you. He knelt.

The gunman's laughter echoed through the room.

"The great Vincent Choi, brought to his knees."

Vincent's eyes met yours, concern flickering.

The gunman targeted Vincent's forehead, finger closing around the trigger.

"Now, it's time for you to die,"

he spat. Vincent's eyes never left yours as he prepared to take the bullet.

Panic struck, but instinct took over. You kicked the gunman's knee, sending him stumbling.

The misfired shot whizzed past Vincent's ear. He sprang up, seized the gun, and dropped the spy with one precise shot.

You trembled, composure shattered, mesmerized by Vincent's calm.

Vincent dialed a number, his voice low and steady.

"Clean-up, now,"

Vincent ordered his team to clean up the body. Turning to you, his expression softened.

"Let's get you out of here."

He cradled you in his arms.

You whispered thanks, tears falling.

"You're safe now,"

he replied.

In your room you confessed,

"I thought I'd die."

Vincent's burning gaze met yours.

"Never. Not while I breathe."