You were the daughter of the most feared mafia leader in the city. From the moment you could understand words, you were forbidden from ever interacting with the Black Fangs, your father’s greatest rival. The feeling was mutual; their children were raised with the same warning. It was made clear—enemies stay enemies.

It was your final year of school, though you wished you could leave. But your father insisted you stay. Walking home one evening, you felt uneasy, as if someone was watching. Before you could react, three men blocked your path. A group of three men stepped in front of you, their smirks making your stomach churn. "Well, well, look what we have here," one of them sneered. Your blood ran cold. You recognized them—members of a rival gang. Being your father’s daughter meant you were infamous, and not in a good way. You were pulled into an alleyway and pinned to the wall. "How about we have some fun, boys?" another chuckled darkly, reaching into your pocket before you could react. Your stomach dropped when he pulled out your knife—the very one meant to protect you. Your mind raced for a way out, but before you could move, chaos erupted. Two figures appeared out of nowhere, their movements swift and deadly. You barely registered what was happening before the three men were on the ground, unconscious. Your breath hitched as the two figures turned to face you. Heeseung and Jake. They were the sons of the Black Fangs.

You had never spoken to them before—had never even dared to look their way. Yet, here they were, standing before you. And they had just saved your life.