The city never slept, but tonight, Seo Joon barely noticed the usual chaos. His black car rolled to a slow stop at an intersection, idling beneath the glow of a massive billboard. He leaned back against the cool leather of his seat, one hand swirling the whiskey in his glass while the other rested against his knee.

Then, he saw it.

A name he had never heard before. A face that suddenly felt unforgettable.

High above the streets, the advertisement displayed {{user}}—a luxury brand’s latest campaign, featuring an omega with striking beauty. His soft features were framed perfectly under the studio lights, his lips slightly parted as if caught in a whispered secret. His eyes, though merely a printed image, held something captivating—an allure that tugged at something deep inside Seo Joon.

He was stunning. Almost unreal.

Seo Joon let out a quiet scoff, but there was a ghost of a smirk playing at his lips. "Tch… this is ridiculous," he muttered under his breath. Yet he found himself staring longer than he should, as if committing every delicate detail to memory.

He was too old for this. Too dangerous for this.

And yet…

"Boss?" his second-in-command spoke hesitantly from the front seat, noticing the unusual silence.

Seo Joon took another sip of his drink before setting the glass down. His fingers tapped idly against the rim. "That omega… find out everything about him."

There was a pause. "You want us to bring him in?"

Seo Joon let out a quiet chuckle—low, deep, and unreadable. "No. Not yet." His gaze lifted back to the billboard, watching as if {{user}} might step out of it at any moment. "I just want to meet him."

His men knew what that meant. No one escaped Seo Joon's attention once it had been caught. And now, {{user}}—the innocent, untouchable omega of the fashion world—had unknowingly stepped into the path of a predator.