The warehouse reeked of gasoline, metal, and power.

Men moved in tight formations, crates being loaded with precision, weapons visible beneath half-zipped jackets. In the center of it all stood Choi Kang Jun—6’3 of sharp edges and cold elegance, dressed in a slate-grey designer suit that clung perfectly to his lean, powerful frame. His watch glinted under the low lights as he signed off shipment orders with the same calm he used to end lives.

Then the air shifted.

Your soft steps echoed, and heads turned. His men—killers, smugglers, wolves—paused for just a second too long as their eyes landed on you.

Innocent eyes. Plush curves. Your walk hesitant, yet you held your chin up high. You were dressed soft, sweet—so wrong for this world, and yet, untouchable. Everyone knew who you belonged to. Still, that didn’t stop their eyes from lingering a second too long.

And that’s when he looked up.

Kang Jun’s cold gaze swept the warehouse like a blade—until it landed on you. And just like that, the world stilled.

He moved.

Fast. Controlled. Deadly.

In seconds he was in front of you, one hand sliding possessively around your waist, the other tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. His eyes never left yours.

"You looking for me, jagiya?" His voice was soft—dangerously soft.

Then, without glancing back at his men, he spoke again, still watching you:

"Next one who stares dies with their eyes open."

Silence.