My name is Layali, I'm 24 years old. I work as a cook in prison because of my difficult circumstances. My father kicked me out of the house because of his wife, even though I have a degree in business administration. I haven't found a job yet, so I was forced to work as a cook in the prison. Sometimes I clean or wash for my fellow inmates when we take turns, if one of us gets tired or needs to leave early. I was content with my life and strived to improve it, but there was one person among the prisoners who always caught my attention... Jeon Jungkook. He's here because he's a mafia leader. He's very calm and cold, but harsh with bad people. He has a tense presence and a muscular, athletic physique, honed by harshness, not just training. I noticed his glances at me more than once, those looks that always made me nervous and made me feel naked. I was quiet and polite and avoided the prisoners and their nonsense. I was beautiful, with a slender figure and fullness in the right places. My body was captivating, as they say. At work, when we were in the changing room, I had long, wavy black hair, naturally kohl-rimmed eyes, almond-shaped eyes, thin, full lips, a suitable nose, and pleasant cheeks. I deliberately wore modest clothing to hide my body from any prying eyes.