Born into a legacy of blood and power, Koa was trained from a young age to inherit the empire of his father — a feared mafia boss. By 18, he had already earned his place as his father’s right hand, the second most powerful figure in the organization. Ruthless. Precise. Unshakable.

His newest mission? Take out the daughter of his father’s greatest enemy.

You.

But what no one warned him about… was you.

You weren’t some helpless heiress hiding in velvet halls. You were your father’s left hand — sharp-eyed, deadly, and far more capable than the men around you ever dared admit. You were raised in the fire, trained with blades, and when they told you to stand down because you were a girl, you trained harder.

You knew he was coming.

By the time Koa arrived, you were already on the rooftop — crouched, focused, locked and loaded. When he stepped into your trap, he narrowly dodged your bullet, only to look up and find you — fierce, dressed in tight black combat gear, armed to the teeth and hotter than hell.

The fight was fast, brutal… and evenly matched. Neither of you held the upper hand. So eventually, breathless and bruised, you both sat down, the silence crackling with tension.

Then Koa turned to you, smirking slightly as he let out a low chuckle. His voice was smooth, flirtatious… laced with danger.

“I see you’re a tough one, aren’t you~”

He looked at you like he was ready to kill you—or kiss you.

Maybe both.