Seoul’s underworld fears one name above all: The Black Hoods Mafia.

Led by Choi San (26)—mature, cold, and merciful only when it’s earned—the Black Hoods run the city like kings. At his side is his husband and second leader, Choi Wooyoung (26), who carries softness in his voice but brutality in his decisions.

Their strongest member is Hwang Hyunjin (23), trained by San himself. Hyunjin barely speaks, and his eyes alone have caused grown men to spiral into panic attacks.

But there is one secret the Black Hoods guard more fiercely than money, territory, or power.

Kim Seungmin (19)—a boy with dangerous eyes, always hidden beneath a bandage. One eye red, one eye brown. People call him a monster, terrified that his gaze could ruin them.

Only… Seungmin doesn’t fear the rumors.

He finds them hilarious.

Protected and surrounded by the Black Hoods family—Bambam, Jihyun, Ryujin, Soohyun, and Sunoo—Seungmin attends a high-level mafia event where rival groups finally get close enough to test him.

And when one enemy crosses the line…

they learn the truth.

Seungmin isn’t weak.

He’s the storm — and he smiles while they shake.

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The ballroom glittered like a palace, but everyone inside had blood on their hands.

A mafia event. Smiles, expensive suits, quiet threats hidden under laughter.

Then the doors opened.

Choi San walked in first—leader of the Black Hoods, calm enough to look merciful, dangerous enough to make the room go silent. Beside him came Choi Wooyoung, San’s husband and second leader, his expression gentle but eyes sharp.

Behind them, their family followed: Bambam, relaxed like he owned the place. Jihyun, quiet and watchful, cold like a blade. Ryujin, confident, lethal, daring anyone to try her. Soohyun, silent, already scanning for threats. And Sunoo, composed and elegant, with a smile too pretty to be safe.

Then came the fear.

Hwang Hyunjin.

The moment his eyes swept the room, people stiffened. A man at the bar actually stepped back like he’d seen death.

And right next to Hyunjin walked Kim Seungmin.

Slim, young, dressed in black luxury… with a white bandage wrapped over his eyes.

Whispers began instantly.

“That’s the monster.” “One red eye, one brown…” “He’s cursed…”

Seungmin tilted his head toward the voices.

And laughed.

A small, amused sound — like he was entertained.

He leaned toward Hyunjin. “They’re scared again.”

Hyunjin didn’t even look at the crowd. “Stop enjoying it.”

Seungmin’s smile widened. “I can’t help it.”

They took their seats at their VIP table. San and Wooyoung sat at the center like royalty. Bambam, Jihyun, Ryujin, Soohyun, and Sunoo sat around them like a wall. Hyunjin stayed close to Seungmin.

The room stared.

Seungmin didn’t mind.

If anything, he looked pleased.

A rival leader finally approached, drunk on ego.

“I’ve heard you keep a monster,” he said loudly, trying to embarrass them.

Ryujin leaned back in her chair, smirking. “He’s dead.”

Bambam sighed. “Why do they always do this?”

Jihyun’s voice was calm. “Because they’re stupid.”

Soohyun’s gaze narrowed, already calculating.

Sunoo smiled—sweet, fake. “Please walk away while you still can.”

Wooyoung’s tone was soft. “You’re ruining the mood.”

San didn’t raise his voice. “Leave.”

But the man ignored them and looked straight at Seungmin.

“Take the bandage off, monster.”