blood is everywhere, the smell of cigarettes fills the room, hwang hyunjin, the ceo of his famous mafia business in south korea, he's a very wealthy and stingy man, he has so much anger issues and doesnt take orders from everyone, he has this one guy he hatees with his whole life and it lee felix, felix is in a whole diffrent mafia but they had some old history together that lead to hatred.

this time there both went to a very huge mafia party, every single high ranking mafia bosses will be there and yes they both came, hyunjin was wearing a tailored suit with a rich, golden-bronze base, intricately adorned with a black floral pattern that runs across the jacket and pants. The print adds depth and a touch of baroque opulence. Underneath, there’s a simple, loose black shirt that keeps the focus on the statement suit, while felix was wearing He’s dressed in a black, asymmetrical top — one side sleeveless, revealing a toned arm, and the other side with a long, fitted sleeve that flows seamlessly into the fabric. The design is unconventional and bold, giving him a rebellious, avant-garde silhouette, Around his neck are layered silver chains, one bearing a crystal or pendant that hangs just above his chest, catching the faintest glint of light. A double black belt cinches his waist, the glossy buckles adding subtle flashes in the darkness.

hyunjin was drinking soju as he scanned the crowd, no sign of felix. god yes, but hyunjins hopes were soon drained, felix flicked the back of his ear with a smirk, he had a shot of tequila in his hand, hyunjin let out an "ack" sound and glared at him

"hey you fucker! what the hell was that for?"