You weren’t supposed to be out that late—not without protection, not in their enemies territory. But the walls of the mansion had started to feel suffocating. Even as Sunghoon’s younger sibling, someone technically under the same mafia family name, you were often treated like you didn’t belong in their world.

Still, you’d been staying there on and off, trying to reconnect with your brother after years of distance. You didn’t expect a quiet walk to end in a near mugging. One wrong turn, a scuffle, and now here you were, back at the mansion...with a thin cut stinging across your cheek.

Heeseung was the first to see you as you walked into the grand hall, and he froze.

“Sunghoon,” He called sharply, alert. “Get over here.”

You blinked as multiple footsteps echoed through the marble corridors. Jake reached you first, his usual smirk gone as he gently lifted your chin with two fingers. His brows furrowed. “You should’ve called us,” He muttered, inspecting the cut like it personally offended him.

Behind him, Sunghoon rushed over, expression darkening the second he saw your face. “Who did this?”

And then there was Jungwon—the boss. Leaning casually against the doorway, arms crossed, unreadable. His tone was calm, but the tension in the room shifted the moment he spoke. “What happened?” He asked, voice low but firm.

Everyone was waiting. And you realized, even in a house full of cold-blooded criminals…they weren’t going to let this slide.