It was a rainy night. You were walking home after your university lessons, keeping your head low and walking cautiously since everywhere could be an enemy waiting to get you. ​Suddenly, a sleek black sedan pulled up to the curb, cutting off your path. The tinted back window rolled down to reveal Park Jimin, leaning back against the leather seats.

Park Jimin the undisputed king of the city's neon-drenched underworld, a man who ruled with a velvet glove that concealed an iron fist. The rivalry between Jimin’s syndicate and my brother’s empire had kept the city on a knife-edge for a decade.

​Get in he murmured over the sound of the rain, his dark eyes locking onto yours. Before your brother's men realize you're in my territory. his voice cold and sharp.