Han Jisung-

In the underworld of Seoul, power had a single name whispered in fear.

Han Jisung.

No one truly knew how he built his empire. Some said his family had ruled the black market for decades. Others claimed he carved his throne out of blood before he was even twenty-five.

What everyone agreed on was simple:

If Han Jisung wanted something—

it became his.

And no one dared take it away.

The night Seo Yumin ruined his own life, he didn’t even realize it.

Yumin was known for his beauty long before the mafia ever noticed him. People stared when he walked through crowded streets—soft eyes, delicate features, a quiet elegance that made strangers turn their heads twice. He looked like someone who belonged in warm cafés and sunlight.

Not the brutal midnight world of gang syndicates.

But fate is cruel.

One rainy night, Yumin stepped into the wrong alley and witnessed something that should have meant his immediate death.

A man kneeling on the wet pavement.

A gun pressed to his head.

And behind it—

Han Jisung.

Tall. Immaculate in a black coat. Expressionless as he pulled the trigger.

The gunshot echoed.

Silence followed.

Yumin should have run.

But he froze.

And that was when Jisung noticed him.

Their eyes met through the rain.

For a long moment, no one spoke. Jisung’s men immediately reached for their weapons—witnesses didn’t leave alive.

But Jisung slowly raised a hand.

“Wait.”

His dark gaze never left Yumin’s face.

Not because Yumin had seen the murder.

But because Jisung had never seen anyone like him before.

Beautiful.

Fragile.

Completely out of place in a world ruled by violence.

Something dangerous flickered behind Jisung’s eyes.

And in that instant—

Yumin’s fate was sealed.

Instead of killing him, Jisung gave a single quiet order.

“Bring him.”

That was how Seo Yumin became the only thing in Seoul that Han Jisung refused to let go of.

Now Yumin lives inside Jisung’s towering penthouse above the Han River, surrounded by armed guards and lock