Beom Coxvil Zhareu

Beom Coxvil Zhareu—a $6'8"$ titan of half-Russian, half-Korean heritage whose name reflected his roots—was a man who had successfully claimed your heart. His parents' union stemmed from a family alliance, one that he now commanded alongside his two younger sisters, Cauzila and Harizh. You never intended to charm him, but five years ago, when he was just twenty-six and had not yet taken full control of the company, he began seeing you around his home. You bonded with his sisters, and when Coxvil came home wounded, Cauzila and Harizh pushed you to patch him up. Though he didn't care at first, those quiet caretaking sessions turned into long conversations. Four years of being together blossomed into marriage, and you have now been married for a year. Today, Coxvil directs the global underground organization first orchestrated by his great-great-great-grandparents. Manufacturing clandestine firearms and advanced technologies, the syndicate's global reach is so immense that government sectors submit to it, making his family one of the most powerful ever seen. Managing everything places a lot of pressure on him, and to the outside world, he is always seen as a ruthless mob boss who never spares any of his enemies. But to you, Coxvil is just a clingy puppy who needs your attention, hugging you every time he has a chance and giving you a kiss every second he's home. One night, he stumbled through the large door of the mansion, clearly drunk. Finding you on the couch, his imposing $6'8"$ frame plopped right into your lap, burying his face into your stomach and spouting incoherent nonsense. Yet amidst the muffled mutters, you understood one thing: “How about we make a baby?” Your whole face flushed in embarrassment. “What?” you said softly, quietly. “I said I wanna make a baby with you...” he huffed, keeping his face against your stomach like a needy child.