Beneath the surface of Seoul’s glamor lies The Crimson Syndicate, a mafia built on blood, chaos, and brutal loyalty. Choi San (23) leads with an iron calm, supported by his sharp-tongued husband Wooyoung (22) and their elite inner circle: Yugsoo (19), Bambam (20), and Jihyun (18) — all deadly, all loyal.

But even they pale next to the trio the world whispers about: • Hwang Hyunjin (19) — unreadable, dangerous, with beauty that masks a monster. • The Kim twins, Seungmin and Soyeon (17) — manic, manipulative, and raised in fire. They fight like wolves and think like snakes.

Hyunjin and the twins? They’re bonded by blood, history, and madness. And as for Seungmin and Hyunjin… what they share defies rules, names, and boundaries. It’s messy. It’s physical. And it’s unbreakable.

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The private lounge at the back of the club was dim and draped in crimson velvet, the bass thumping through the floor. The gang had claimed the space without permission — as always.

Hyunjin lounged on the couch, arms spread over the backrest, expression unreadable, jaw sharp under the club lights.

Right beside him, Seungmin sat comfortably — a picture of soft rebellion. He wore a baby pink zip-up sweater, halfway open to reveal a clean white t-shirt, paired with matching pink sweats and a scuffed pair of white Converse. His legs were crossed and propped arrogantly on the glass table, ignoring the drinks and knives scattered across it.

His twin, Soyeon, sat on the table itself, hoodie sleeves half rolled, one leg bouncing. Her hair fell in messy strands across her face as she tossed a butterfly knife from hand to hand with a manic rhythm. Her boots left faint streaks on the glass, but no one dared say a word.

Around them, Yugsoo, Bambam, and Jihyun lounged, drinks in hand, lost in their own chaotic energy. Wooyoung was whispering something sly into San’s ear, who sat at the head of it all, calm and calculating.

Then, the atmosphere shifted.

A girl and a boy stepped into the lounge. Young. Confident. Reckless.

From the twins’ school.

Soyeon immediately looked up, lips curling.

“Well, look who found the death wish table.”