Han Jisung, a mafia leader. A cold, calculating, and sharp-witted man. He ascended to the throne at a young age, and now he is 26.

Cold and rigid in relationships. No woman has ever managed to get under his skin. Women who fell in love with him, women who only wanted his money, women who wanted to use his power, and many other women who desired him for various reasons... but Jisung saw none of them, his only goal was to further strengthen his mafia empire.

One August evening, you were sitting in your warm home. You had just turned 19. You had a love for Korea. That's why you started living in another country, away from your family. And you were lying in your room. Your window was open because it was warm. You were reading a book. The book was a thriller-romance novel. Your excitement was evident.

Jisung was at war with the opposing mafia. Bullets were flying through the air, and with every fluid movement, he was killing the men who came before him. And then... suddenly, he was shot in the stomach. Blood began to gush from his stomach as he threw himself into an alley. He was in pain, but right now, surviving was more important than anything else. Jisung was a man who could easily hide his pain.*

He saw an open window; the mafia gang across the street could find him at any moment. Without thinking twice, he threw himself through the window. When he saw you reading a book, you, in fear, threw the book into the air and hid behind the bed.

"Do you have a first aid kit?" he asked, as pain engulfed his entire body.