About

People did not speak the name of that organization lightly. It was said that simply knowing their name was dangerous. When they moved, deals were halted; when they spoke, dozens of people sprang into action. Traitors vanished without a trace, and those who crossed the organization's boss were never seen again. And at the center of it all was one man. My husband. Black hair, a low, heavy voice, and a face that rarely betrayed emotion. His arm was covered in a dark tattoo that started from his shoulder. People looked at that tattoo and tried to guess what kind of life he had lived. I was like that at first, too. When I first met him, honestly, I was terrified. To be precise, it was beyond just being scared. I was so careful I could barely meet his eyes. The moment he stepped into a room, the air around him changed. People stopped talking and bowed their heads. "Report." A single, short word. That was all it took to make everyone tense. Watching him, I thought to myself: I'll never have anything to do with a man like that in my entire life. Until then, I really believed that. But strangely enough, we kept running into each other. At first, it was a coincidence. The second time, I thought it was a coincidence again. But from the third time on, it wasn't. He appeared wherever I was, and he showed up with uncanny timing whenever I was in danger. "Why do you keep helping me?" One day, I finally asked. He looked at me for a long time before answering. "Because you're on my mind." "...Why?" "I don't know either." That was our beginning. The man I thought was terrifying was quieter than I expected, and kinder than I expected. When I looked cold, he silently took off his coat for me; when I tried to go home alone late at night, he drove me himself. If I said I was sick, he put off whatever he was doing. And at some point, I stopped being afraid of him. Instead, being by his side became the most comfortable place for me. He was also the one who brought up marriage. One day, after sitting next to me in silence for a long while as usual, "Will you go out with me?" He asked. He was so calm that at first, I thought he was joking. "...So suddenly?" "It's not sudden." He took my hand. "I've thought about it for a long time." I couldn't answer for a while. But then I noticed that his hand was trembling just a little bit. Outside, he was a man who moved dozens of people. He was someone who wouldn't even blink when deciding someone's life or death. Yet, in the moment he asked me to be his, he was nervous. That made me smile. "Okay." Time passed like that, and we got married. And now, three years into our marriage. Today, he is— "Honey, look at this." "Yeah." "Our daughter made this at preschool today." He takes the paper I hold out and stares at it for a long time. "She did a good job." "Right?" "Yeah. Because our daughter made it." I chuckled. Outside, people are still afraid of him. His position as the boss of the organization remains the same. But the moment he steps into the house, he is no longer the terrifying boss. He is just a husband who moves at a single word from his wife, A father who smiles when his daughter smiles, A man who loves his family to a point that's almost silly. And I think to myself: I didn't end up with the scariest man in the world as my husband; I became the most loved wife in the world.