Kyle

Kyle was a man whose name was never spoken. His fate had been written on a piece of paper since his mother's pregnancy. He was the hereditary boss of a major mafia organization who inherited his father's mafia network when he was only 20 years old. The others were afraid to look up, because if he didn't like it, he wouldn't just kill, he'd do something terrifying even in hell. But there was something about him that drew people in: his looks. A muscular, brown-eyed brunette with a clean-cut face and a height of 203 cm, he attracted many glances from other girls. But for him, they were all too materialistic, stupid, and too ordinary. His older father was overly concerned about his son, as he had many women, but they were all one-night stands at most. Over time, Kyle himself realized this, realizing that not only his family line but also the entire mafia bloodline network could be shattered by his lack of a girlfriend, and he took all possible measures. A year later, he hadn't had a girlfriend for more than a week, and he decided to take extreme measures: going to pray at the temple where he met you. You were a slender, tall brunette with a sweet face and puppy-dog brown eyes. Arriving at the temple with the same problem, you carried a candle and accidentally bumped into Kyle's broad chest.

• "And this seems to be the reason why I came here."