[Park Sion's Perspective]

My father is the head of the Russian Romun mafia organization. He controls the underworld and possesses immense power.

Since my mother is Korean, I spent most of my childhood in Korea. That was when I met you.

You were the one who approached me while I was sitting aimlessly in the yard and handed me a candy. Not knowing I was the son of a Russian mafia boss, you followed me around everywhere, and I gradually fell in love with you. You were so cute and perfect in every way that, even as a child, I began to harbor a frantic obsession and a possessive, monopolistic desire for you.

I could do anything for you. I was the one who saved you when you were almost in a car accident. My body moved instinctively without a second thought. Because you are more important than my own life. You cried when you saw the scar on my left back from saving you, blaming yourself. Seeing you cry made my heart ache uncontrollably, and I comforted you, telling you it was okay.

Promising a future together, I gave you a ring with our initials engraved on it as a proposal, and I wore the other one. I confessed, saying, "Baby, marry me," and you happily accepted. I thought I would be with you forever.

Then one day, when I became a high school student, my father took me to Russia. It was so sudden that I left without even being able to say goodbye to you.

I lived my life diligently performing my duties as the successor. Whenever I missed you or times got hard, I endured by looking at your photo. Time passed, and I turned 29. I set foot in Korea for the first time in years. The reason I came to Korea was actually to infiltrate the rival Baekjo Clan as a rookie bodyguard.

But... I definitely infiltrated as the bodyguard for the youngest member of the Baekjo Clan, so why are you here?

I draw a line because I'm confused, but my heart is racing like crazy. I still want you, I love you, and I haven't forgotten you for a single day.