Samuel opened the door, looking
concerned. "Hana? What's wrong?" he
asked, noticing her frightenedexpression and the way she clutched her
pillow.
"I... I had a nightmare," Hana admitted,
looking down. "Can I... Can I sleep with
you tonight?"
Samuel's expression softened, and he
smiled gently. "Of course, Hana. Come
in."
Hana stepped into the room, and
Samuel closed the door behind her. "If
you're uncomfortable, you can take the
bed, and I'll sleep on the couch," he
offered.
Hana shook her head, still looking down.
"I'm comfortable sleeping beside you,"
she said softly.
Samuel smiled at her, guiding her to the
bed. They both lay down, facing
opposite directions at first. It felt a bit
awkward, sharing a bed for the first
time. Samuel broke the silence, turning slightly to look at her. "Are you
comfortable?" he asked gently.
Hana turned to face him, meeting his
eyes. "Yes, I am. Are you?"
Samuel nodded. "Yes, I am too."
After a moment, Samuel's curiosity got
the better of him. "What was your first
reaction when you found out you were
marrying a mafia boss?" he asked with a
playful smile.
Hana laughed softly, the tension easing
from her body. "I thought you'd be old
and scary," she admitted with a giggle. "I
imagined a grumpy, old man. I was so
surprised to see you."
Samuel laughed too, the sound warm
and genuine. "And what do you think
now?"
"I think you're kind and caring," Hana
said, smiling. "And not at all what I
expected."
They continued talking, sharing stories
and laughing together. The
awkwardness melted away as they found
common ground, their connection
growing stronger with each word. Before
they knew it, they were sitting up in bed,
engaged in deep conversation,
forgetting the late hour.
By the time they decided to sleep, both
Hana and Samuel felt a new sense of
closeness. As they lay back down, facing
each other, Hana felt safe and content.
Samuel reached out, gently tucking a
strand of hair behind her ear. "Good
night, Hana," he whispered.
"Good night, Samuel," she replied,
smiling softly. They drifted off to sleep,
side by side, feeling more connected
than ever before.
In the morning, Hana woke up as per
her usual routine. As she opened her
eyes, she realized she had draped her
arm over Samuel in her sleep. She gazed
at his face, marveling at the peaceful expression that softened his usually
stern features. His dark hair was slightly
tousled, and his strong jawline was
relaxed. Hana felt a surge of affection
and gently touched his cheek, tracing
the lines of his face with her fingers.
Carefully, she began to slide out of bed,
but before she could leave, Samuel's
arm wrapped around her waist, pulling
her back. Startled, Hana looked at him
with wide eyes. "When did you wake
up?" she asked, her cheeks flushing.
Samuel's eyes twinkled with amusement.
"When you were touching my face," he
replied with a smirk. Hana blushed
deeper. "Let me go," she pleaded, but
Samuel held her tighter.
"It's my holiday," he said, his voice warm
and firm. "I want to spend all my time
with you today."
Hana couldn't help but smile. They
planned to explore all the places in the
city that Hana had never seen. They
both got ready, unknowingly choosing the same color – white. Samuel wore
casual attire, while Hana opted for a
short, white frock. He led her to the car,
opening the door for her with a
gentlemanly gesture, then took his seat
and drove them to the amusement park.
At the amusement park, Samuel took
Hana on all the rides. It was hard to
believe he was a mafia boss with how
carefree and joyful he seemed. Hana
gave him a bunny cap, and to her
delight, he wore it without hesitation.
They rode the merry-go-round, played
at the teddy vending machines, winning
numerous plush toys, and even took silly
photos in various costumes.
Their laughter echoed through the park
as they enjoyed every moment. Samuel
indulged Hana's every whim, whether it
was riding a roller coaster or trying every
flavor of cotton candy. They lost track of
time, and before they knew it, the sky
had darkened.
Samuel then took Hana to a cozy
restaurant. At the restaurant, Samuel
and Hana sat across from each other,
the candlelight casting a warm glow
over their faces. They had just finished a
delicious meal, and the atmosphere was
relaxed and intimate. Samuel reached
across the table and took Hana's hand in
his, his thumb gently stroking her
knuckles. "So, Hana," he asked, his voice
soft and curious, "what's your dream?"
Hana smiled, her eyes sparkling with a
mix of excitement and determination.
"I've always dreamed of being
independent and helping my mom and
dad," she began. "They've sacrificed so
much for me, and I want to give them all
the comforts they deserve. I want to
make them proud."
Samuel listened intently, admiring her
selflessness and dedication. "That's a
beautiful dream," he said sincerely.
"Your parents must be very proud of you already."
Hana blushed at the compliment and
then, with a hint of curiosity, asked,
"What about you, Samuel? What made
you join the mafia?"
Samuel's expression shifted subtly, a
flicker of something unreadable passing
through his eyes. He paused for a
moment, and then smiled warmly, but
there was a guarded look behind his
gaze. "That's a story for another time,"
he replied smoothly, squeezing her hand
reassuringly. "I'll tell you soon, I
promise."
In his mind, Samuel thought about the
complexities of his life and the reasons
that had led him down this path. He
knew he wanted to share everything
with Hana, but the time wasn't right yet.
He wanted to protect her from the
darker aspects of his world for as long as
he could.
After dinner, they danced together on
the street, Hana's laughter and joy
lighting up the night. Samuel watchedher with a tender smile, seeing her as a
precious part of his life. By the time they
returned home, Hana had fallen asleep
in the car. Samuel gently woke her, and
when she sleepily tried to walk, he
scooped her up in his arms and carried
her to his room. He laid her gently on
the bed, and then changed into more
comfortable clothes.
With utmost care, he removed her
hairband and jewelry, tucking her in with
a soft blanket. He lay down next to her,
feeling a deep sense of contentment. As
he watched her sleep, Samuel realized
just how much Hana had come to mean
to him. He closed his eyes, a smile
playing on his lips, and fell asleep beside
her, grateful for the unexpected joy she
had brought into his life.
The next morning, Samuel and Hana
woke up together, sharing a moment of
quiet tenderness before starting their
day. Samuel had a surprise planned for
Hana—her first day at college, and he
intended to accompany her. He dressed in an impeccably tailored black suit,
exuding power and authority, and asked
Hana to wear something black as well.
Hana chose a stylish black dress that
matched Samuel's attire perfectly. They
made an impressive pair, ready to take
on the world together.
As they drove to the university in
Samuel's sleek Lamborghini, the
atmosphere was filled with a mix of
excitement and nerves. Samuel, usually
unflappable, seemed a bit tense. Hana
noticed and placed a reassuring hand on his arm. "Are you nervous?" she asked gently.
Samuel glanced at her, his usually stern
expression softening. "I've never done
this before," he admitted. "Dropping
someone off at college."
Hana smiled warmly. "It'll be fine. Just be yourself," she comforted him, and
Samuel nodded, finding solace in her
words.
When they arrived at the university,
Samuel drove right up to the main
entrance. The sight of the expensive car
drew a crowd of onlookers, students
snapping pictures and murmuring in
amazement. Samuel stepped out first,
and there was an audible gasp from the
crowd. He moved around the car and
opened the door for Hana, helping her
out with a gentlemanly grace. The
students watched in awe as Samuel held
her hand, guiding her towards the
entrance.
Inside the director's office, the scene
was nothing short of dramatic. The
director, upon seeing Samuel, stood up
immediately, fear evident in his eyes.
"Please, take my chair, King," he
stammered, referring to Samuel by his
notorious moniker.
Samuel shook his head slightly, a silent
command for the director to remain
silent. "I'm here for my wife," he said,
looking at Hana. The director, now even
more intimidated, bowed slightly towards Hana. "Your Queen is most
welcome here," he said nervously.
Samuel instructed Hana to wait outside
while he spoke with the director. Once
she was gone, he leaned in close to the
director, his voice low and menacing.
"No one should trouble my wife. If she
faces any issues, you know what will
happen," he warned, his eyes piercing
through the director, who nodded
vigorously, sweat beading on his
forehead.
Stepping out of the office, Samuel saw
Hana talking to a girl. Hana introduced
her as a new friend. Samuel
acknowledged her with a nod and a
brief smile, and then Hana led him to
her classroom. The director followed
closely, his demeanor still shaken.
Entering the classroom, all eyes turned
to them, the students whispering and
staring in shock. The girls couldn't help
but admire Samuel's striking looks and
commanding presence. Samuel introduced himself simply. "I am Hana's
husband," he stated, his voice steady
and authoritative. "Make sure she is
well-treated and not troubled by
anyone," he added, his tone carrying a
warning that sent shivers down their
spines.
He then walked Hana to her seat, leaned
down, and kissed her cheek. "Have a
great day, love," he whispered, making
her blush. Samuel straightened up,
nodded to the director, and left the
classroom, his presence lingering in the
air long after he was gone. Upon
dropping Hana off at her university,
Samuel's mind remained occupied with
the unsettling events of the morning.
Determined to ensure her safety without
causing her undue worry, he covertly
assigned a team of his most trusted men to keep a vigilant watch over her. The men, skilled in the art of surveillance, blended seamlessly into the university
environment, their presence unnoticed
by Hana.
As the day progressed, one of Samuel's
men contacted him with urgent news:
now a sworn enemy had infiltrated the
university and was closely monitoring
Hana.....