@yujin.anh5: BANG. The gunshot echoed through the warehouse. CLANK. Jovan's pistol flew out of his hand, skidding across the concrete floor. Silence. No one moved. No one breathed. A calm voice came through Wilo's earpiece. «"Weapon disabled."» A second later— «"Second team reporting."» «"The baby has been secured."» Wilo closed his eyes for the briefest second. "Good." Just one word. Then... for the first time that night... he truly looked at Karin. The rope burns around her wrists. The tears staining her cheeks. The way her breathing still refused to steady. He walked toward her. Slowly. No one stopped him. No one dared. The men surrounding them instinctively stepped aside, creating a path without being told. Wilo stopped in front of her. He didn't untie the ropes right away. Instead... his hand slowly reached for her face. His thumb brushed gently across her cheek. Carefully. Almost as if he needed to make sure she was really there. "I'm here." His voice was barely above a whisper. The moment she heard it— everything she'd been holding back finally broke. "Wilo..." Tears spilled freely down her face. He didn't tell her to stop crying. He simply wiped away her tears before lowering his hands to the ropes around her wrists. His movements were quick. But impossibly gentle. As though he was afraid of hurting her even more. The final knot fell to the floor. Before Karin could even move— Wilo pulled her into his arms. Tightly. So tightly that her trembling finally gave way. One arm wrapped securely around her waist. The other cradled the back of her head. Shielding her. Holding her. As if silently promising... that no one would ever take her away again. "I'm sorry." His voice was soft. Those four words shattered whatever strength Karin had left. Her fingers clutched the back of his suit. She buried her face against his chest, crying without restraint. "Wilo..." "...Minji." Their daughter's name escaped between broken breaths. Without letting go, Wilo gently stroked her hair. Once. Then again. The same quiet gesture that had always calmed her. "She's safe." He whispered against her hair. "They found her." "We're going home together." Karin let out a shaky breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. Her knees gave out. Before she could fall— Wilo caught her effortlessly, holding her even closer. His forehead rested lightly against the top of her head. Just for a moment. "I'm sorry." The apology was almost inaudible. "...for making you wait." Karin quickly shook her head. Before she could answer— Wilo leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss against her forehead. Lingering. Warm. A silent attempt to erase every fear she'd carried alone. "Let's go home." He whispered. "Minji's waiting for us." Only after making sure Karin could stand did Wilo slowly lift his head. His hand never left hers. His thumb absentmindedly traced the back of her hand. Then... his eyes shifted past her shoulder. Toward Jovan. In an instant every trace of warmth disappeared. The man holding his wife... was gone. What remained was Wilo Kim. . . . double update delivered 🫡 my shift as your author has officially ended for today. see you after my paid leave (it's unpaid). #4u #winrina #jiminjeong #fy #fypagetiktok
