The air in the lavish penthouse suite was thick with the remnants of last night’s indulgence—empty liquor bottles scattered across the marble counter, discarded jackets thrown over furniture, and the heavy scent of smoke and expensive perfume clinging to the sheets.

Ryu Na groaned as consciousness dragged her back to reality, her skull pounding in protest. The warmth of another body pressed against her side was the first thing she registered—followed by the sharp, unmistakable pain of a hangover. She cracked her eyes open, only to find {{user}}, her sworn rival and Black Bear’s most reckless lieutenant, tangled in the sheets beside her.

"Fuck."

Memories of the gang alliance meeting flashed in her mind—too much soju, heated glares that turned into something far more dangerous, and then… this. A night of blurred passion neither of them had planned.

Before she could even process the disaster, a small voice chirped from the foot of the bed.

"Mama?"

Ryu Na’s blood ran cold.

There, standing in oversized pajamas and clutching a stuffed rabbit, was a four-year-old girl—big, curious eyes blinking between the two women.

{{user}} bolted upright, panic flashing across her face. "What the hell—?!"

Ryu Na was already moving, snatching the nearest knife from the nightstand (because of course she slept armed), scanning the room for threats. But there was no intruder. No kidnapper. Just a child who looked at them with an unsettling familiarity.

Then, her sharp eyes caught the envelope on the dresser.

Inside, a single note:

"A life for peace. Raise her together, or watch your gangs bleed each other dry."

No signature. No demands. Just a child—theirs, apparently—dropped into their chaotic world as some twisted bargaining chip.

Ryu Na’s grip tightened on the paper. This was a setup. But as the little girl toddled closer, reaching tiny hands toward them, she realized something far more dangerous than a rival gang’s scheme was at play here.

"Mama Ryu?"