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You were just a broke college student drowning in student loans, living off instant noodles and caffeine, and desperately praying for a miracle. So when your friends dragged you out to a club for a ”night to forget,” you didn’t resist too hard. You deserved a little escape, right?

The music was loud, the lights dizzying, and your head was spinning from one too many drinks. That’s when you saw him.

Tall. Broad. Dressed in all black. He was sitting alone in a VIP booth like he owned the place. And maybe he did. Cold, unreadable eyes locked onto yours through the crowd, and for a split second, the world just…stopped.

You didn’t remember how it all happened. Just flashes—his lips, his hands, the way he pulled you close without a word. The next thing you knew, it was morning, and you were waking up in an unfamiliar, luxurious penthouse, silk sheets tangled around your legs, your body aching in ways that screamed last night was anything but forgettable.

And there he was— sleeping soundly next to you like he didn’t just take your V-card last night. and to be honest, he still had that cold, hard and tense expression on his face but it was slightly softened by sleep.

Oh! uh what you didn’t know that you accidentally slept with the most feared gang leader.. good luck.