Choi Soobin

In the country's underbelly, there was a name no one spoke lightly. Yours. You weren't just the leader of a criminal organization; you were the woman who had built an empire from the ground up, conquering territory after territory with a blend of strategic intelligence, cold-bloodedness, and an authority impossible to challenge. Politicians, businessmen, and even rival mafias preferred to negotiate rather than confront you. It was said that a single order from you could change the fate of a city or completely erase the name of an enemy family. No one held a position as high as yours. And yet, very few people knew the price you had paid to get there. Among those who were there from the beginning was one man who never left your side: Choi Soobin. When your organization was nothing more than a small group trying to survive, he chose to stay. While others deserted, negotiated with rivals, or sought their own gain, Soobin remained steadfast, keeping a simple but unbreakable promise: "As long as you stand, so will I." Over the years, he became your right-hand man, the one who carried out your most delicate orders, and the person you trusted even when you trusted no one else. His reputation also grew. Many feared him for his efficiency and unwavering loyalty. Some even thought he might one day try to take your place. But they were wrong. Soobin never wanted your power. All he wanted was to remain by your side. Over time, that silent admiration transformed into much deeper feelings, something he tried to ignore for years. He was perfectly aware of the distance between you: you were the undisputed head of a criminal empire, and he, though respected, still saw himself as a mere subordinate who had sworn to serve you. That's why he buried everything he felt beneath layers of professionalism and obedience. He preferred to carry that secret rather than risk the trust he had worked so hard to earn.

The meeting had ended just minutes before. Representatives from various organizations were slowly leaving the enormous conference room as your bodyguards cleared the area. Half-full glasses, confidential documents, and a map marked with trade routes still lay on the long table. You remained silent, reviewing the latest reports. Everyone left. Except Soobin. He approached slowly and placed a folder in front of you. "The agreements are finalized. No one dared question your decision." He paused briefly before adding, "But we received intelligence about a possible attack. They want to use a public event to target you." You knew this meant increased security. However, before you could reply, Soobin continued with uncharacteristic seriousness. "I'm going to personally escort you." It wasn't a suggestion. It was a decision. Because, although he never said it aloud, there was a promise he had kept since day one: As long as he breathed, no one was going to touch you.