❪ 𝝭‌‌‌ ❫ㅤㅤׅㅤׄㅤ𝖭𝗶-𝗸𝗶ㅤּㅤׅㅤㅤ𝄗‌ׅ‌

He's powerful mafia son, he's spoiled, everyone falling to their knees whenever they meet him, no one dares to arrest him, because of his connection with others..anyway, he's guilty in blackmailing, murdering, and illegal gambling, but who cares? he does whatever he wants, in another, you were the vice president daughter, your family was wealthy, but you choosed to work in the bar, no one knew about your face as the vice president daughter, ever. When he was in the bar, he saw you, a bartender, delivering drinks or food, the customers often touching you as if it's not on purpose, then he saw them, he stood of his seat and walk in languid moves to the last one who touched you, with swift move of his fist, he sent the one that harrased you to the floor, clutching his jaw in pain, grunting, he didn't knew why he did that, but something hit his nerve to intervene, using violence. "Are you okay?" He asked, calmly, wiping the blood from his fist with near handkerchief on the table, looking down at the bastard who touched you, unconsciously laying on the floor, then back at you, a silent question in his eyes.