One day, unexpectedly
Morning in Korea, at a luxurious golf course
Fresh grass. Soft mist. Birds chirping. Everything peaceful…
too peaceful.
Alia stood in perfect position.
White cap. Sunglasses. Calm confidence.
Golf club in hand.
She inhaled slowly.
SWING!
The ball flew
fast.
dangerously fast.
And then
THUD!
Straight into Victor's head.
Victor dropped to the ground, stars spinning around his vision
He grabbed his head and yelled:
"ALIIA! ARE YOU CRAZY?! "
Alia paused. Just one second.
Then she said calmly:
"Why were you standing in my swing line?"
Victor stared at her, offended.
"I was bringing coffee!"
Alia lowered her sunglasses slightly, a wicked smile appearing.
"Bringing coffee onto a golf course
is the real madness."
Victor groaned, holding an ice pack to his head.
"I survive snipers,
but not your golf balls."
From a distance, Anasiya watched the whole thing, amused.
He chuckled softly.
"Victor, you're lucky.
Today she used a ball, not the club."
Alia shrugged casually.
"I was in a good mood."
Victor muttered under his breath:
"She's not a girlfriend…
she's a natural disaster."Alia suddenly laughed.
Not a soft laugh.
Not a cute laugh.
The oh no kind of laugh.
Victor looked up slowly, fear creeping into his eyes.
"Alia… why are you smiling like that?"
She adjusted her grip on the club, eyes sparkling.
"Practice," she said sweetly.
SWING.
A golf ball shot past Victor's ear.
WHIZZ—THUD.
Victor yelped and ducked.
"HEY—WAIT—TIME OUT—"
SWING.
Another ball.
This one bounced off the grass and clipped his shoulder.
Victor started running in zigzags.
"ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?!"
Alia laughed even harder.
"One… two… three…" she counted cheerfully.
SWING. SWING. SWING.
Golf balls came flying one after another, like missiles.
Victor dove behind a golf cart.
"THIS IS NOT GOLF! THIS IS WAR!"
Anasiya leaned against a tree, arms crossed, watching calmly.
"She's improving," he said casually.
"Her aim is better when she's laughing."
Victor peeked out from behind the cart.
"YOU TWO ARE PSYCHOPATHS!"
Alia lined up another shot, tilting her head.
"Relax," she said.
"I'm only aiming near you."
Victor screamed.
"NEAR IS NOT COMFORTING!"
SWING!
The ball landed inches from his foot.
Victor froze. Slowly looked down. Then up.
Alia rested the club on her shoulder, smiling innocently.
"See?"
"Still alive."
Victor collapsed onto the grass.
"I danced with assassins," he whispered,
"but dating you was my worst decision."
Alia walked past him, patting his head gently.
"Drink water," she said.
"Dodging builds character."
Suddenly
Victor didn't think twice and lifted Alia into his arms like a child.
For a moment, everything around them went silent.
Alia's eyes widened.
"Victor !"
Victor laughed.
"Too late."
He was no ordinary man 6.5 feet tall, broad shoulders, pure former–special-forces energy.
Alia's weight felt like nothing to him.
Alia kicked her legs lightly and protested,
"What are you doing?! Put me down!"
Victor replied calmly,
"Self-defense."
He lifted her a little higher and added,
"You're hitting golf balls like bullets.
I'm taking control of the situation."
Alia laughed, mischief dancing in her eyes.
"Oh really?
So now a 6.5-foot giant has become a babysitter?"
Victor raised an eyebrow.
"Don't test me."
From a distance, Anasiya clasped his hands and gave a slow clap.
"Impressive," he said.
"She finally stopped shooting."
Alia rested a hand on Victor's shoulder and spoke calmly,
"Alright, put me down.
The war is over for today."
Victor hesitated for a second, then gently set her down.
Alia straightened herself, adjusted her clothes, then looked up with a smile.
"But tomorrow," she said playfully,
"I'm learning baseball."
Victor's face went pale.
"…I need a helmet."Victor went quiet for a moment.
Then, slowly, he leaned toward Alia.
The air itself seemed to pause.
Before she could say anything,
Victor placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.
No rush.
No drama.
Just a quiet promise.
Alia blinked in surprise, then smiled softly.
"What was that?" she whispered.
Victor replied calmly,
"A warning."
Alia raised an eyebrow.
"A warning about what?"
Victor smiled, his voice low but steady.
"If you keep being like this…
one day you won't just be hitting golf balls."
Alia laughed lightly.
"Then what?"
Victor answered as if it were the most natural thing in the world:
"Then you'll be the mother of my five children."
Silence.
Then—
Alia laughed, shaking her head.
"Victor," she teased,
"buy a helmet first.
Then dream this big."
Victor chuckled.
"Deal."
From a distance, Anasiya sighed and turned away.
"I'm leaving," he muttered.
"This is getting dangerous."Victor finally put Alia down.
"Alright," he said, cracking his neck.
"My turn."
He picked up the golf club, adjusted his stance like a pro.
Alia crossed her arms, watching him closely.
"Careful," she said sweetly.
"Golf is dangerous."
Victor smirked.
"Relax. I've handled worse."
He raised the club.
Just as Victor started his swing—
Alia stepped forward at the exact wrong moment.
"Wait—Victor, your grip is—"
SMACK.
The club didn't hit the ball.
It hit Victor's nose.
A sharp sound.
Silence.
Victor froze.
"…Did you just—"
A drop of blood fell onto the grass.
Alia's eyes went wide.
"Oh no—
OH NO—
I didn't mean to!"
Victor covered his nose, blood starting to flow.
"My nose," he muttered.
"My perfect nose."
Alia panicked instantly, grabbing his face.
"Don't move! Don't move!"
"I swear it was an accident!"
Victor groaned.
"You shot golf balls at me…
and now you've broken my face."
Alia pulled out a tissue, pressing it gently to his nose.
"I told you golf was dangerous," she said softly.
Victor sighed, looking up at the sky.
"I've survived wars," he said.
"But I may not survive you."
From a distance, Anasiya shook his head.
"This," he said calmly,
"is why she should never be allowed near sports equipment."
Alia looked guilty for exactly two seconds.
Then she smiled.
"…So," she said carefully,
"does this mean I win?"
Victor peeked at her over the tissue.
"No," he said.
"This means you're banned from golf."
Alia gasped.
"Cruel."Then Victor slowly stood up, holding a cloth to his nose.
Alia's eyes showed a brief flicker of fear, then mischief.
"Victor, are you okay?" she whispered.
Victor squinted one eye, then gave a faint smile.
"I'm fine… but now you're going to take a positioning test."
Alia's eyes widened.
"Positioning test? What's that?"
Victor slowly grabbed his golf club.
"Just watch. Don't say a word."
Alia stepped back cautiously, giving him space.
Victor's eyes held that familiar I know exactly what I'm doing look.
"Victor… are you completely insane?" she whispered.
Victor chuckled lightly.
"No… I'm just the game master."Then Alia slowly stepped closer to Victor.
Her eyes held a mix of fear and mischief.
The golden sunlight shimmered across the golf course.
Suddenly, Alia placed a soft kiss on Victor's cheek.
She whispered,
"Sorry, my Mafia lord…"
Victor's eyes went wide.
For a moment, no sound came out.
Then he chuckled softly, shaking his head,
"You're impossible… absolutely impossible."
Alia laughed, slightly surprised.
"But you love it."
A smile spread across Victor's face.
"Maybe… but don't push your luck."Then Victor suddenly laughed and said,
"Pron… hub."
Alia's eyes went wide.
"What did you just say?!" she shouted in surprise.
Victor leaned in slowly, still grinning,
"I meant… Puzzle Hub."
Alia blinked, confused for a moment.
"Puzzle Hub? Are you joking?"
Victor's eyes twinkled with mischief.
"Exactly… a little puzzle… just for you."
Alia laughed.
"Victor, you're absolutely crazy."
Victor gently took her hand.
"My craziness… is only for you."