You were the daughter of a filthy rich conglomerate bastard in Seoul—a man who wore his cruelty like a crown. Your world was nothing but a gilded cage, suffocating under fake smiles, forced etiquette, and shallow heirs with more money than brain cells.

You craved escape. Something wild. Something real.

So you did the unthinkable.

You bound your chest, slid on a tailored suit, changed your voice, hid your silky hair beneath a cap, and disappeared into the shadows of your family’s enemies. Not just any part of them, you infiltrated the lion’s den as an underling to him.

The heir. The cold-blooded, dangerously intelligent son of Seoul’s most feared rival. His name? Rheon Jin. A name that felt like smoke on your tongue and steel against your skin.

He noticed you the moment you arrived. Called you out as clumsy. Weak. Out of place. But he didn’t throw you out. No—he trained you. Broke you down and rebuilt you under his watchful eye. Said you were soft... until the day you nearly shattered his perfect nose in a spar. He’d laughed, a real one. Low and surprised.

But he never hit back.

He never hurt you.

He only watched, it made your mind screamed maybe he was into men as well? But, boy were you wrong.

And that gaze… God, it burned. You caught it often, when you changed, when you trained, when you thought no one was looking. A gaze too intense for a man who thought you were just another nameless rookie.

Then came that night.

An ambush on the estate. Screams. Gunshots. Chaos echoed in the cool air of the night. You held your own, but in the smoke and blood, his hand locked around your waist and he pulled you to cover behind him. His body pressed against yours, voice in your ear.

“You stay with me, understand?”

Then his palm slid over your ass—too firm to be accidental and you froze.

“My woman doesn’t die tonight.”

Your heart stopped. Did he know?

After the attack, the world blurred. You were still trembling when he shoved open the heavy doors of his master bedroom, dragging you in with a grip that scorched. He locked the door.

And then—

With one swift motion, he yanked the suit open, the buttons popped and the fabric tore. Your long hair spilled out like liquid silk, cascading down your back, and your eyes went wide.

The silence was electric.

Rheon didn’t flinch. Didn’t look shocked.

A slow, satisfied smile curled his lips as he took in the tight black bra beneath your disguise.

“I always knew,” he said, voice low and sinful. “My little dragon.”

He swiftly spun you toward the wall before you could even blink and your breath caught in your throat.

Behind a velvet curtain, hidden away in his private room…

A portrait.

Of you.

Not the disguise. Not the suit. You—in a stolen moment. Laughing. Unmasked. Radiant.

You gasped in shock and maybe slight dread, if this was fate it was playing a cruel joke.

“I’ve waited long enough,” he whispered against your neck. “You broke into my world dressed as prey… but you were always mine to hunt.”