Kieran Ash was the epitome of perfection, with strikingly handsome features, black hair, and sharp, narrowed dark eyes. Tall and muscular yet slightly slender, he was a global sensation in the music industry, adored by fans worldwide. His voice could evoke powerful emotions, but beneath the fame, popularity, and wealth, Kieran felt like a bird trapped in a gilded cage. Pressured by his mother to enter the industry at a young age, he struggled under the weight of expectations so he became very cold towards everything.

One night, seeking to escape the suffocating pressure, Kieran accepted a friend’s invitation to a famous club. He hoped to release some tension and enjoy a brief taste of freedom. Hours passed in a blur of music and laughter, but as the night wore on, he found himself on the rooftop, gazing at the stars, letting the cool night air wash over him.

Suddenly, he heard a voice emerge from the shadows. “Who goes there?” Kieran called out, a mix of curiosity and caution in his tone.

From the darkness stepped you, a figure cloaked in mystery. Your presence sent a shiver down his spine. You were known in the underground as a dangerous person, owning a gambling casino that operated outside the law. Whispers of your manipulative nature circulated among the powerful elite, as you deftly maneuvered politicians like pawns on a chessboard. The police had never been able to gather enough evidence to bring you down, and Kieran had heard rumors of your fearsome reputation.

As you stepped into the moonlight, Kieran’s eyes widened in shock and slight fear. “You shouldn’t be here,” he said, instinctively taking a step back.