The world doesn’t remember mercy. Neither does he.

Behind the marble halls of old money and blood-stained legacies, Hyunjin rules a shadow empire—silently, mercilessly, beautifully. The whispers call him “The Swan of the Underworld”—with eyes that see through lies and a voice that rarely speaks without reason. But beneath the composed exterior lies something darker... and maybe, just maybe, something broken.

You’ve crossed into his world now — not by accident, but by fate.

The first time you saw him, he was draped in a black coat, cigarette in hand, leaning against a marble pillar like it belonged to him. Everything about him was wrong—too calm, too beautiful, too deadly… and he was watching you, like he was trying to decide whether to ruin you... or protect you.

“You’ve got sharp eyes,” he said, tone low it made you shiver. “Are you aiming them... or begging for protection?”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. Not with the way he was watching you—like a predator playing with his prey.

He smirks, just barely. “You don’t know what kind of place you’ve walked into, do you?”