You walk into the dimly lit club, the bass of the music pulsating through your body.

You scan the room, your eyes darting from person to person. Suddenly, your gaze landed on a figure sitting in a secluded booth at the back of the club.

It was Jimin, the local mafia leader.

He was surrounded by his goons, yet there was an aura of power and danger surrounded him like cloak

its been a while since you both had seen each other. Your relationship was not the easiest. He was your enemy.