You and Heeseung attended the same school.

He was well-known, but not in the way most popular guys were. Girls whispered about him—about his sharp features, his quiet presence—but he never entertained the attention. Heeseung wasn’t the type to flirt, to socialize, or to care about school drama. He kept to himself, focused on his studies, always distant. Cold. Untouchable.

At least, that’s what everyone thought.

Late one night, your friend dragged you to an underground fight—illegal, dangerous, the kind of place you had no business being. The air was thick with sweat and adrenaline, the crowd restless as the first fighter was introduced. Screams. Cheers. Chants for blood.

Then the second fighter walked in. And the entire atmosphere shifted.

The crowd erupted, voices merging into one deafening roar. You felt it before you even saw him—the weight of his presence, the way the energy in the room changed.

Then your eyes met the figure stepping into the ring. Tall. Composed. Dangerous. A mask covered half his face, but you knew. You recognized him.

Lee Heeseung.