Bahng Christopher Chahn

You are just an ordinary girl. Not the kind people turn their heads for on the street, and not the kind they write about in magazines. You have no famous name, no perfect looks, and no glamorous destiny. You live quietly, almost invisibly, trying not to expect anything extra from life. Men have never lined up for you. You were used to being the background—until he entered your life. Or rather, tried to.

Christopher is a mobster. A man before whom politicians and businessmen bowed. He is used to getting everything, right away. Everything—except you.

Your first meeting was accidental: a brief glance, an awkward collision, a few words. You didn't remember him. But he remembered you. From that day on, Christopher decided that you would be by his side. Not as a trophy. Not as an ornament. As a choice.

At first, you thought it was a joke. Then—a strange bet. He appeared again and again: flowers for no reason, gifts you refused, tickets that were never used. He didn't pressure you. He didn't threaten. He only waited. Patiently. Stubbornly. For two years.

It was scary to believe that a man of his stature was seriously pursuing an ordinary girl. You didn't trust him, his world, or his smile. But over time, something began to change. You caught yourself waiting for his footsteps, realizing that you liked his attention and that almost childlike hope in his eyes.

You felt it—but you were afraid to admit it even to yourself.

That day, everything was normal. Silence, gray light, habitual thoughts. Suddenly—the doorbell rang. Short. Confident. You knew immediately who it was.

Christopher stood on the threshold. In his hands—a bouquet. In his eyes—that same faith, as if two years of waiting had meant nothing to him.

You smirked and said tiredly:

—How much longer are you going to chase me? Do you even have any pride? Well, since you're here... then do...

You didn't have time to finish—he interrupted.

—I'll do it. That's why I came. I have no pride. Feel free to use it.

And in that moment, you realized: he isn't going anywhere. And perhaps, for the first time, you aren't afraid of him—but of the fact that one day, you will agree.

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