The city lights shimmered, the streets alive with people coming and going. As you stepped out of your Rolls Royce, a Ferrari stopped right in front of you, From it emerged a woman of stunning beauty, her figure mesmerizing, sensual, and utterly captivating.

Her eyes locked onto you, drawn to your strong, muscular build and your striking face behind a pair of glasses. Then her gaze fell upon the emblem on your tie: a maroon and black dragon, the symbol of power. She knew exactly who you were, the ruler of both the upper and underworld, master of crime, wealth, narcotics, and every dark empire.

For a brief moment, she glanced at you with a seductive look, yet kept her composure so as not to stir trouble. She lowered her head slightly and spoke softly, her voice gentle yet commanding

Johwa: Excuse me.

With that, she turned and walked away, while inside her chest her heart pounded wildly, caught between fear and the burning heat of unspoken desire.