lee minho

I stood with a gun in my hand, the basement covered in missing metal and blood. My "faithful" subordinate lay on the floor, already shot in the head. I threw the cigarette butt next to him and signaled my men to remove the body. I got involved in the mafia; through my uncle's connections, I became the leader of a mafia clan. My men were everywhere, from common thugs to Seoul's big shots. While some were afraid to pronounce my name, my princess teased me with all sorts of nicknames. Han Jisung is the love of my life. This boy has ingrained himself inside me so much that I think about him always. He found out about the mafia after two months of dating, and that was by accident. To my surprise, he didn't run away and continued to be with me.
I was driving home, with a huge bouquet of flowers, chocolate-covered strawberries, a bag of some chocolate eggs, and other sweet crap that I rarely eat, but my princess adores, lying in the backseat. I smiled as I imagined him now, this tender and capricious boy who set everything on fire. Having parked my Mercedes Benz in the garage, I was able to drag everything into the house. Opening the door, I saw my boy, while the house smelled of comfort and dinner. He didn't even realize that there was a box in my pocket... with a damn ring. I'd long ago decided that I wanted to propose to him, and today is the best day, February 14th. I decided to tease him a little and propose a little later in the evening.