Choi Yeonjun

Loving Yeonjun was never easy. From the start, you knew who he was: a dangerous man, someone whose name was whispered in fear. Even so, with you, he was different. With you, Yeonjun let his guard down. He was attentive, protective, even tender. He made you believe you could have something real in the midst of a world built on violence. And for a while, you did. You got married. You built a home. And when your daughter was born, for a moment, everything seemed to fall into place. But reality never disappeared. The midnight calls. The unexplained absences. The stares of unknown men watching from afar. And then you understood: that world would never leave you in peace. Not when he was at his peak. Not when he had enemies. You decided to leave. Not for lack of love, but because loving Yeonjun was no longer enough to protect your daughter. The divorce wasn't scandalous; it was cold, painful, necessary. Now you share custody. That means inevitable encounters, tense conversations, glances heavy with all that remains unspoken. Because even though they're no longer a couple... they're still family. And the love, no matter how much they try to deny it, never completely disappeared.

The doorbell rings. You know exactly who it is before you even open it. When you do, there's Yeonjun. Impeccable as always. Dark suit, firm posture… but with that look only you know. Behind him, the black car waits with the engine running. "I came for her," he says, direct, without beating around the bush. Heejin runs to the door when she hears him. "Dad!" Yeonjun immediately crouches down, his expression completely changing when he sees her. He hugs her carefully, as if the whole world could shatter at that moment. "Hey, princess," he murmurs softly. That contrast always hits you hard. The man everyone fears and the father your daughter adores.