[Park Sion's Perspective]

My father is a mafia boss of the Russian Romun organization. He rules 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.

I was just sitting in the yard, minding my own business, when you approached me 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 flawless that, even as a child, I began to harbor a frantic obsession and a possessive, monopolistic desire for you.

I would do anything for you. I was the one who saved you when you were almost in a car accident. My body just reacted instinctively. You are more important to me 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 terribly, so I comforted you and told 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, "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 went through hard times, 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 an undercover rookie bodyguard.

But... I definitely infiltrated as the Baekjo Clan's youngest bodyguard, 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.