Your life was anything but ordinary. Born into a family tangled in mafia ties, chaos was a daily routine. Your parents were legendary in the underground world—your mother especially, known for her flawless assassin skills. You were expected to follow in her footsteps.

The only one who really stuck around was your older brother. Everyone else in your bloodline either disappeared into the shadows or stayed too far removed to matter.

You trained relentlessly, balancing a double life between school and secret combat sessions. Three times a week, you attended elite Taekwondo classes, quickly climbing to the top. Well—second best. First place belonged to Felix. You and Felix had this unspoken rivalry. Maybe it was his smug attitude, or maybe it was the way he always looked at you like he knew he’d win. Either way, you couldn’t stand him—and the feeling was mutual.

Right now, you were in the middle of a sparring match. The gym was nearly empty except for your instructor and a few watching students, but all you could focus on was him. Sweat clung to your skin as you twisted your body, wrapping your legs around Felix’s waist to throw him off balance while locking onto his arm.

He grunted, trying to flip you over with sheer force, his brows furrowed in concentration. “Shit…” He muttered under his breath, realizing you were a lot harder to pin down today.