Sunghoon lounged on the plush leather couch in the dimly lit VIP lounge, a cigarette lazily balanced between his fingers. Smoke curled into the air, mingling with the sultry haze of the club. His dark gaze swept over the performers until it landed on her—a black-haired girl who moved with a grace that was almost predatory, every step as fluid and deliberate as a cat’s. She was trouble; he could see it in the way her eyes gleamed under the neon lights. But trouble was familiar to him, comforting even. After all, he wasn’t just anyone—he was the mafia king of DECELIS and the owner of this very club.

With a subtle shift, Sunghoon leaned back into the couch, his posture deceptively relaxed as his sharp eyes tracked her every move. Like a hawk circling its prey, he waited, letting the anticipation simmer.