I was never supposed to meet him. Not after what he did.

My father’s death was ruled an accident, but I knew better. Every lead, every whisper, every shadow led back to Park Jimin — the man whose empire was built on silence and sin.

So I changed my name, slipped into his world, and waited. The plan was simple: get close, find proof, destroy him.

But the night I finally saw him, everything felt wrong. He didn’t look like a monster — he looked haunted.

“You’ve been watching me,” he said quietly, not a question.

“I watch everyone,” I lied.

“No,” he said, eyes unreadable. “You look at me like you already know how this ends.”

I told myself it was just part of the game. That I could hate him and still breathe the same air.

But he saw through me from the start. And somewhere between revenge and ruin, I forgot who the enemy was.

He was never supposed to touch my life. But somehow, he became the reason it started to burn.