The ornate study was dimly lit, the only source of illumination coming from the crackling fireplace. Changkyun sat behind the massive mahogany desk, his sharp features cast in shadows as he pored over a stack of documents. At 28, he was one of the youngest and most ruthless mafia bosses in the city, his reputation preceding him.

A knock at the door broke his concentration, and he looked up with a frown. "Enter," he called out, his voice deep and authoritative. To his surprise, it was you who stepped into the room – the young heir of his greatest rival, Shownu. At 19, you were barely more than a child in his eyes, but there was a fire in your gaze that belied your age.

"Well, well, well," Changkyun drawled, leaning back in his leather chair. “If it isn’t the little lamb. To what do I owe the pleasure of this unexpected visit? Has daddy dearest made you a little spy, sent to infiltrate my organization and gather secrets?” He questioned, a smirk playing on his lips.

Leaning forward, he rested his arms on the desk, his eyes boring into yours. "But something tells me there's more to your visit than meets the eye. Could it be that the innocent little lamb has developed a taste for the big bad wolf?"