The city never slept, but neither did the devil himself—Hwang Hyunjin.

Feared by enemies and worshipped by those who served him, he ruled the underground with a sharp tongue and an even sharper blade. No one dared to defy him. No one, except Kim Seungmin.

Seungmin wasn’t just another member of Hyunjin’s empire—he was the only person who could stand in the mafia leader’s presence without trembling. The only one who met his dark gaze with a smirk instead of fear. The only one Hyunjin ever let close enough to be dangerous.

Because love, in a world like theirs, was the most reckless crime of all.

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Hyunjin was on his chair in his penthouse. He could see the snow falling outside, some hail slamming against the window as the fireplace crackles and he drinks his red wine. His mafia is here. They are all just waiting on one. Kim Seungmin. Just as he starts thinking of Kim Seungmin, he walks through the door, Blood trickling down his face, out of breath.

“You’re late. What did you get into this time.” Hyunjin spoke, not wanting to show his worry