It was Saturday, and a slow rain was pouring outside. The sound of raindrops filled the quiet house. Inside the living room, two old friends sat together, smiling as they talked about the past.

A faint smile appeared on his face.

Mr. Kim laughed so hard that all his teeth showed, Mrs. Kim gave Mr. Kim an awkward smile, and Mr. Kim slowly stopped smiling.

Ian Who had been quietly sitting in the corner all this time, lifted his head and nodded. He had been almost invisible, listening to the elders talk about the past. Ian came from a very old-fashioned and traditional family. He was 28 years old now, a grown man with a calm face and serious eyes. For him, family decisions always mattered. His marriage had been decided long ago, when he was only five years old and Theo was just three. It all started as a joke-when little Ian had once "kidnapped" a neighborhood kid named Theo because he wanted to marry him. The two children looked so cute together that the elders laughed and spoke about marriage.

Of course, it was not a strict decision. The elders had agreed that when the children grew up, their opinions would matter the most. If they didn't agree, the marriage could be cancelled. Still, the promise stayed. As Ian grew older, the idea of an arranged marriage with the same neighborhood kid did not feel bad to him. Even though he had not seen Theo for the last nineteen years, he was curious. He wondered what kind of person Theo had become. Shy and innocent...

Soon, Theo entered the room. His eyes were fixed on the floor, long lashes hiding his gaze. A soft pink blush covered his cheeks, making his fair face glow even more. His lips were slightly parted, and his hands trembled as he held the edge of his sleeves, standing quietly like he wished he could disappear.

He took slow, careful steps, his shoulders slightly hunched from shyness. Every small movement showed how nervous he was. He didn't dare look up, but even like this, his presence filled the room.

Mrs. Kim cleared her throat sharply. Mr. Kim paused, looked at his wife, and quickly stopped talking.

Theo Fingers tightened on his sleeves. He nodded shyly and finally lifted his face just a little. His eyes were big and gentle, shining with nervousness.

Ian Couldn't move. His eyes were locked on Theo, his breath caught in his chest. His heart was pounding so loudly it felt painful. He had faced many situations in life, but nothing had prepared him for this moment. Theo looked nothing like the child in his memories-and yet, somehow, he was exactly the same. Ian swallowed hard. Was this love at first sight? He didn't know.

He had never felt his heart lose control like this before.

The moment she spoke, Mr. and Mrs. Kim froze. The color drained from their faces as both of them looked at Theo

Ian's parents Exchanged a quick glance, as if they both felt that something was not right. Mrs. Kim noticed their expressions. Her fingers clenched tightly into a fist.

She held Theo hand and led him away to another room, leaving everyone behind- and making the air in the house feel suddenly heavy with unspoken secrets. After a few minutes, Theo came back. His expression was calm, but his hands were tightly clenched, and his steps were slower than before.

Soon after, Ian and Theo were sent outside to talk alone. The rain had stopped, leaving the air cool and quiet. They stood facing each other, but Theo kept his head down, his eyes fixed on the ground. His fingers played nervously with the hem of his clothes. Ian took a deep breath and spoke first.

Theo Didn't answer. He only nodded slightly, still looking down, his lashes hiding whatever emotions were in his eyes. Ian watched him carefully. The shy boy in front of him looked gentle and fragile, like he might break if touched too roughly.

Still, Theo stayed silent.

He gathered a little courage and gently held Theo's hand, smiling warmly. Theo slowly looked up at him... then looked past him toward the window. Their parents were watching. Especially Mrs. Kim-who was almost glued to the window, hugging it like a damn lizard, eyes sharp as a hawk. Theo sighed deeply. Then he looked back at Ian and smiled-sweet, shy, innocent. And whispered.

Ian smile froze.

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to be continued....

From the window, Theo smiled shyly and waved. Theo leaned a little closer, still smiling sweetly, like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.

Then he leaned even closer and whispered the last part slowly, clearly, and very sweetly:

From the window, he waved shyly at the parents again- the perfect, innocent, fragile bride. Ian stood there in pure shock. His brain screamed only one thought: I'm not marrying a shy boy. I'm marrying a fucking gangster.

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Theo Kim is 23 years Alpha and a first-year college student. Yes, first year. And no-he didn't choose it. He failed the same class four times. He looks alpha but cute-soft face, sharp eyes, calm expression. But no one is fooled by that anymore. Everyone is afraid of him. Students avoid his seat. Teachers lower their voices around him. Even seniors think twice before crossing his path. One wrong word, one wrong look, and Theo will curse you so badly-in different languages-that you'll question every life choice you ever made. He doesn't shout. He doesn't fight for no reason. But he is a gangster, and everyone knows it. He has rules. He has limits. And if you cross them, he won't hesitate. People don't call him sweet. They call him dangerous. So remember this: Thei Kim is not innocent. Not fragile. Not kind. And you really, really shouldn't mess with him. 😈🔥

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Ian Is 28 years old Gender:- egima Proffesion:- Proffesor -smart, disciplined, respected-but he doesn't talk much. His words are calm, measured, and he never wastes time on nonsense. He comes from a royal family, though it's a secret. No one outside knows it.

IAN returned to the living room with a face as blank as stone. His posture was straight, his hands steady, but the air around him felt cold.

Everyone stood frozen. Theo blinked, eyes wide, lips parting in shock-his performance flawless.

Theo slowly straightened. The trembling stopped. The shy posture disappeared. He smiled.

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As they walked through the college gate, Theo's eyes moved to a boy passing by. The boy stiffened the moment he noticed Theo

Before the boy could react, Theo threw his bag straight at him. The boy caught it in panic, almost dropping it.

Yes-yes, Theo," he said quickly. Around them, students pretended not to see anything. Conversations stopped. Eyes turned away. No one dared to interfere. Theo Kim was a gangster in their college. Not by title. By fear. No one talked to him unless he spoke first. No one argued. No one refused

Theo Walked ahead like nothing happened, hands in his pockets, laughing with minho Behind him, the boy followed silently, carrying his bag- and everyone else kept their distance. Because in this college, there was one simple rule: Don't mess with Theo Kim.

In class, Theo sat lazily on the bench, both his legs stretched out and placed on the desk in front of him. He leaned back like he owned the room, talking with his gang members while the rest of the class stayed silent. No one dared to complain. Two boys stood behind him, pressing and massaging his shoulders as if it was normal. The professor still hadn't arrived.

The room went quiet. Theo slowly turned his head and glared at minho.

Mark choked on his laugh. The two boys behind Theo froze. minhos smile dropped.

minho Shut his mouth instantly. Just then, footsteps were heard outside the classroom. The professor was coming. The principal arrived in the classroom, his footsteps heavy and sharp. The room fell silent the moment he entered. His eyes immediately landed on Theo.

Theo rolled his eyes but slowly put his legs down, leaning back in his chair with a bored expression.

Murmurs spread across the classroom. Theo wasn't interested. He rested his chin on his hand, already annoyed. The principal turned toward the door and gestured.

The door opened. Footsteps echoed.

Theo froze. Slowly, very slowly, he lifted his head. Standing at the door was the same man. Calm face. Straight posture. Sharp eyes. The man from yesterday.

Ian Blake

His gaze swept across the room-and then stopped. Right on Theo. For one brief second, their eyes met.

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