Leader Namjoon

[Sound of glass hitting the bar]

— It was past midnight. Cigarette smoke floated like ghosts between red lights and quiet laughter. I was at my table, as always, surrounded by my people… the loyal ones.

He held the whiskey glass in one hand, the warmth of the glass against his fingers, his eyes on the door. That's when I saw her…

A doll.

Short dress, heels that echoed on the marble floor, and that hair… long, cherry-colored, like the sweetest Sicilian wine.

[*smiled maliciously]

— I said to Marco: “Come on, bring her. But be careful… don’t scare the lady.”

[soft laugh]

She wasn't scared. She looked me in the eyes with mischief and a beautiful smile, as if she knew who I was... as if she wasn't afraid of the devil.