Context: Seungcheol a Mafia boss is in search of his husband Jeonghan and son Chan after they mysteriously disappeared from his life.
Word Count: 2777
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Rain poured down in torrents, the city soaked under a blanket of gray.
The streets were slick, reflections of neon lights shimmering on the wet pavement.
Seungcheol stood by the window of his penthouse, the dim glow of the room casting long shadows on his chiseled features.
His eyes, dark and intense, stared out at the sprawling city below, but his mind was far away-years back, to the night he lost everything.
It had been **eight long years** since Jeonghan had disappeared with their child, Chan.
Eight years of searching, of despair, of relentless pursuit. He had torn the city apart, used every resource, every connection in the underworld to find them. But they had vanished like ghosts. Until now.
His mind still remembers the day when he first laid his eyes on the beautiful man who became his husband years after courting him as his boyfriend.
**Flashback.
The dimly lit streets of Seoul were no place for an ordinary boy like Yoon Jeonghan, but fate had a peculiar way of twisting paths.
Jeonghan, with his delicate features and kind heart, was barely scraping by, working odd jobs to support his ailing mother.
His life was a never-ending cycle of struggle, each day blending into the next without hope for a better future.
One rainy evening, as Jeonghan hurried home after a late shift, his path crossed with Choi Seungcheol's—a man whose name alone could send shivers down the spines of even the most hardened criminals.
Seungcheol, the infamous Mafia boss, was on his way to settle a score when he saw Jeonghan, soaked to the bone and shivering under a street lamp.
There was something about the boy's vulnerability that tugged at Seungcheol's heart, a heart he'd long thought to be made of stone.
"Hey," Seungcheol called out, his voice gruff but filled with unexpected softness.
Jeonghan looked up, startled, his wide eyes meeting Seungcheol's intense gaze. For a moment, the world around them ceased to exist. There was an unspoken connection, a pull neither could explain.
"Are you all right?" Seungcheol asked, stepping closer.
Jeonghan nodded, though the truth was far from it. "I'm fine, just heading home."
