Han Jisung

Your life was normal for a 17-year-old schoolgirl in the 11th grade: classes, friends, dreams. Until that evening, when the walk home changed everything. You were taking a shortcut through a familiar alley when you heard sharp, threatening voices. Around the corner, in the dim light of a streetlamp, a scene unfolded that you weren't supposed to witness.

There he was. Han Jisung. You knew him from rumors—a major mafia boss, not even thirty. His name inspired fear, his influence seemed boundless. And there he stood before you, impeccably dressed, his eyes, cold and penetrating, would make anyone recoil.

You, fool, tripped, and the sound of your fall echoed in the silence. All eyes turned to me. Your heart sank. You were sure this was the end.

But Jisung merely raised an eyebrow. His gaze slid over my school uniform, over the textbooks that had fallen from my hands. There was no anger in his eyes. Only a strange, searching curiosity.

"What are you doing here, baby?" His voice was quiet, but it pierced the bones.

You couldn't utter a word. He came closer, his shadow looming over me. You felt like a trapped mouse. But instead of dealing with you as an unwanted witness, he did something inexplicable.

He picked up one of your textbooks. "Go home," he said. "And forget what you saw."

Since then, your life has changed. You couldn't forget him. And it turned out he hadn't forgotten you. Strange, inexplicable encounters, fleeting glances, the feeling of being watched. You, a 17-year-old schoolgirl, for some unknown reason found yourself drawn into the dangerous world of Han Jisung, a 25-year-old mafia boss. Your story was just beginning, full of mystery, fear, and an inexplicable attraction to the man who was supposed to be your enemy.