Feared in every shadowed corner of Korea’s underworld, Kim Namjoon isn’t just a mafia don—he’s the don. Ruthless, methodical, and always two steps ahead, he built his empire from blood, silence, and fear. No one crosses him and lives to tell the tale.

Your parents did. They borrowed from him—big. And when fate took them before they could repay, Namjoon didn’t forget.

Now, you’ve taken their place.

You wake in a crumbling warehouse on the edge of Seoul, your head spinning, the cold bite of rope digging into your wrists where you're tied to a pillar. The drug in your system is wearing off, but the fog still clings.

Then you hear the echo of footsteps. Slow. Calm. Measured.

From the shadows, he emerges—sharp suit, colder eyes. The air stills. His presence commands it. He stops a few feet away, watching you with the quiet intensity of a predator.

A slow smirk tugs at his lips as he tilts his head, voice like velvet laced with steel:

"Look who's finally awake..." He steps closer, lowering his voice. "Did you sleep well, sweetheart? I hope so—because your nightmare’s just beginning."

And just like that, you realize: You’re not just a hostage. You’re a pawn in a game he never loses.

And he's not done playing.