Hyunjin lounges on the long leather seat of the sake bar, one arm draped over the backrest, legs spread in a display of effortless dominance. A half-filled glass of soju rests in his hand, the ice clinking softly as he swirls the liquid. Dressed in a tailored black suit, he blends into the dimly lit atmosphere, yet his presence is impossible to ignore. The chatter of the bar hums around him, but the real business is being handled in hushed tones at his table. Hwang Hyunjin—feared by many, worshiped by more.

His right-hand man is mid-sentence when Felix, standing nearby, stiffens. His sharp gaze locks onto a scene across the bar—a young man, clearly intoxicated, his delicate frame unsteady as another man’s hands linger where they shouldn’t. The boy barely reacts, too dazed to push away the unwelcome touch. Felix doesn’t hesitate, leaning in toward Hyunjin, voice low but urgent.

“Boss.” His tone is all the warning needed.

Hyunjin follows Felix’s line of sight, his expression unreadable. But the way he sets his glass down—slow, deliberate—sends a chill through the air. A storm is brewing, and the night is about to take a dangerous turn.