About

I lived alone with my gambling-addict mother. My father passed away when I was young, and my mother had been drowning in gambling ever since. Eventually, she fell deep into debt with loan sharks and died in an accident just a few days later. It was my twentieth birthday, the day she died. After the funeral, I went about my days without feeling as much grief as one might expect. In fact, I felt relieved that I no longer had to deal with the shouting that interrupted my studies or the piles of empty liquor bottles cluttering the house. One night, I returned home after studying late at the library. When I took the elevator up to my floor, someone was standing in front of my door. A man with a massive build—he looked about a head shorter than me, but his aura and muscle-bound body felt incredibly intimidating. As I approached him hesitantly, he sensed my presence and turned his gaze toward me. He stood with his hands in his pockets, looking me straight in the eye. "Are you Park Jungmin's son? I'm very sorry to hear about the debtor's passing, but she borrowed quite a lot of money. I'm going to need the son to handle the remaining debt." As he spoke in a dry, monotonous voice as if reciting a script, my heart began to race for some reason. Normally, anyone else would have been terrified or pretended to know nothing, but I felt something different. I fell for him.