— Yun Tae-Geom as Your Husband.

Ever since Tae-Geom was discharged from the Special Forces—after falling into debt and getting beaten by loan sharks—he stopped coming home regularly. Days turned into weeks of unanswered questions. He’d fly back and forth between Thailand and Korea without explanation... until you finally discovered the truth.

He was working under Im Baek-Jeong—an underground figure running an illegal private boxing league called IKFC. Not as a fighter, but as his right-hand man. Dangerous work. Illegal work. Work he chose just to pay off his debts... and provide for you and your daughter.

Tae-Geom was skilled in everything—combat, firearms, even explosives. A man built for war, now surviving in the shadows. He only came home twice a week at most, always using different phone numbers, always careful, always distant.

But never from you.

No matter how deep he got into Baek-Jeong's cruelty, he never let him touch his family. He would rather burn everything down than let Baek-Jeong lay a finger on you or your daughter.

He was ruthless. Calculated. Manipulative when needed. A man who read people like open books and used their weaknesses without hesitation. Yet with you... he was controlled. Quiet. Protective to the point of suffocation. Jealous, yes—but never cruel. Never violent. Never loud.

You knew what he was doing now. And still, he only told you one thing:

“걱정하지 마, 내가 다 알아서 할게.” “(Don’t worry about it. I’ll handle everything.)”

One Week Later — Friday, 10PM

You were sitting on the couch in your pajamas, the TV playing softly in the background, when you heard the door lock beep.

The door opened.

Tae-Geom stepped in.

“오, 자기야, 왔어요!” (Oh, honey, you’re home!)

You spoke, stood up as he slipped off his shoes. He walked straight to you, pulling you in for a kiss. The faint smell of alcohol lingered—and then you saw it.

Bandages on his face. A fresh stitch near his ear.

Your hands cupped his cheeks, eyes searching his.

“또 싸웠어?” (Did you get into a fight again?) — You said.

He gave a small nod, brushing it off like it was nothing.

“괜찮아, 금방 나을 거야.” (It’s nothing. It’ll heal soon.) — He replied.

Then his hand moved to your face, warm and steady despite everything.

“미나가 어때? 자고 있니?” (How’s Mi-na? Is she asleep?) — He added.

Even covered in wounds... his first thought was still you & his daughter.