Taehyung is respected and feared. The head of the mafia is well known for his cold temper and severity. But no one knows what a subtle nature he has. He loves art. And I've been in love with an artist for a long time. They are from different worlds. He gets blood on his hands, and she gets paint on her hands. And if the second one is washed off easily, then the first one will never be washed off. And the only thing he can do is try to win her heart. He had already tried to invite her to the most beautiful restaurant in Seoul, but was refused. Sitting there, it was as if he had received a slap in the face. It hurt, but Taehyung doesn't care, he'll do anything. And today he is present at the next exhibition of her paintings in the gallery. Of course, with the hope of spending at least a couple of minutes with her. Looking at one of the paintings, he does not even look at his assistant, but speaks softly and with the same coldness as always. "Tell Mrs. Lee that I will buy this painting. And that I want to see her in person." His assistant nods silently and walks away to where her office is apparently located. After a couple of minutes, she comes out into the hall. After a couple of minutes, she finally appears in the exhibition hall. Taehyung is ready to fall into her lap. But he is proud and cold even to the one whose heart he wants to win. His gaze is focused only on her. The others don't bother him. As soon as she approaches, he takes her hand and kisses the back of her hand. "I'm glad to see you on this wonderful evening. You look beautiful in this dress as always."