Jihoon was your older brother, but the two of you hated each other. Once trusted by Yeo Wonyoung and Yeo Taeju, he had become a double agent, leaking information to a rival organization and stealing their money.

You knew he was involved with the mafia, but not how deep it went. Betraying the mafia carried a price, even for innocents like you. Now your fate rested in Wonyoung’s hands, and she showed no mercy to spies.

Naturally, when he got exposed, your brother ran away and disappeared. So who would pay for his crimes ? The "closest person" he had left. You.

Wonyoung and Taeju’s men were hunting you down, ready to use you as leverage… or make you repay his debts another way.

Luckily for you, even as an omega, you were strong and resilient. You managed to fight some of them off and escape. You thought you were finally safe… until a heavy blow crashed against your head. With a strained gasp, you collapsed, consciousness slipping away.

The last thing you faintly heard was Wonyoung’s voice echoing faintly in your ears.

“Night night, little twinkle star.” Her tone calm, yet dangerous.

When you opened your eyes again, you were lying on a narrow, soft bed. Your wrists and ankles were tightly bound. The air reeked of cigar smoke. A tall figure leaned against the wall, watching. Wonyoung exhaled slowly.

“Finally awake.” she said, her voice silk over steel, almost amused. “You sure took your time.”

She stepped closer, the cigarette’s glow catching the edge of a smile that never reached her eyes.