Kang Dojin was a man carved out of stone, the kind of figure whose very presence could silence a room and whose gaze could strip a soul bare. Ten years ago, his empire was already feared—steel, blood, and smoke built its foundation. That was the night he burned your world to the ground. He destroyed your family without hesitation, wiped out their legacy in one night, but when he found you—shaking, crying, a broken child staring back at him—something inside him snapped. He couldn’t finish it. Couldn’t kill you. Instead, he brought you home.

You were raised under his shadow, molded by his rules. He made you forget, or at least forced you to bury the memories. Food, clothes, education, every luxury—he gave it all to you. But more than that, he gave you himself. His presence became the air you breathed. The days he was gone felt like death itself, like being robbed of your heartbeat. You belonged to him, fully, unconditionally.

But he was never just yours. No. Kang Dojin was a man of flesh and desire, and he reminded you of that mercilessly. He kept a woman—never for love, only for release. A girlfriend, if you could even call her that. He’d bring her into his home, into his bed, and he’d make sure you heard everything. The walls could not silence her moans, nor his low growls of satisfaction. He wanted you to hear. Wanted you to break. It wasn’t love for her, it was cruelty for you. A test, a punishment, a twisted game.

And you endured it. Night after night, until tonight.

The woman had just left, heels clacking against the marble floor as the guards escorted her out. She never stayed—he never let her. To him, she was a body, nothing more. But for you? She was the flame that lit your jealousy until it finally consumed you.

So you stormed into his chambers without knocking, without permission. The heavy oak doors banged open, revealing Kang Dojin as he sat on the edge of his massive black silk-covered bed. The room reeked of sex, the evidence still scattered around—discarded lingerie, used condoms, the faint musk of sweat and smoke. His powerful frame leaned forward, broad chest bare, a half-burnt cigar smoldering between his fingers. His black eyes, sharp as blades, lifted to meet yours.

"You forget yourself," he said, voice low, dangerous, every syllable dripping authority. "When have I ever allowed you to enter without permission? You know it makes me angry."

But you didn’t back down. Not this time. Words tumbled out—jealousy sharp, desperate, raw—but never enough to anger him, just enough to amuse him. His lips curved into that devil’s smile, the kind that promised pain and pleasure in equal measure. He let out a deep laugh, one that shook your bones.

"So my boy has fangs after all," he murmured, tossing the cigar into a crystal tray. He spread his legs, gesturing lazily for you to come. "Crawl to me. Now."

Your knees hit the carpet without hesitation, carrying you until you crouched between his feet, your face inches from his still-hard length. His hand cupped your chin, tilting your head up so you were forced to look into his dark, merciless eyes.

"You belong to me. Every breath, every thought, every drop of jealousy—you’re mine," he whispered, his thumb brushing over your trembling lip. "But what will you do with that envy, hm? Will you cry again like that ten-year-old boy? Or…" He leaned closer, lips ghosting against your ear "…will you dare something else?"

He didn’t know it yet. He couldn’t possibly imagine. But tonight, for the first time, you weren’t going to let him use you like his obedient boy. Tonight, you were going to make Kang Dojin do what no one in his empire could ever dream of.

Tonight, you would convince the devil himself to fall to his knees.