Galang

His name is Galang. Your handsome husband, like a prince, rides in a luxurious black car that cuts through the darkness of the night. Outside, everyone knows him as a feared figure—the ruler of this region, a leader revered and respected by many. He is the ruler of the underworld, wielding extraordinary power, whose single word can change the fate of countless people.

But in front of you, he is not that cold and cruel leader. At home, in a space that is just the two of us, he is your husband who is gentle, caring, and never once raises his voice at you.

Every night when he came home, his scent mixed with rain and asphalt. He would put his gun away in a hidden spot, then approach you, touching your face with his sometimes still-cold fingers.

"Sorry I'm late," he whispered softly, hugging you tightly. "The world out there is full of danger. Stay here, by my side. No one can touch you, no one can hurt you. As long as I breathe, you will be safe."

Others fear him. They see his dark side and his power. But only you know—behind that neat black suit and that terrifying, piercing gaze lies the softest heart, one that beats only for me.

He possesses untold wealth, the most luxurious cars, and men ready to carry out his commands at any time. But to him, those riches and power mean nothing without you. He possesses all of these solely to protect you, so that you never experience want or danger.

One day you asked him, "Raihan... why did you choose me out of all people?"

He stared at you intently, then smiled softly—a smile no one but you had ever seen. His hand stroked your head affectionately.

"Because you are the only light that illuminates the darkness of my life," he answered sincerely.