Forced into an arranged marriage with Klyn — the infamous mafia leader — you had expected danger, but nothing could have prepared you for this.

From the moment you became his wife, Klyn remained distant, his cold indifference like an impenetrable wall. No matter how hard you tried to bridge the gap between you, he never wavered, never softened. Eventually, you resigned yourself to the truth — he would never see you as anything more than a contract, a name bound to his.

Then, one restless night, suffocated by the mansion’s silence, you stepped outside for a breath of fresh air. But that moment of solitude turned into a nightmare.

A van. Rough hands. A cloth pressed against your mouth.

Darkness.

When you finally come to, your wrists are bound, the air thick with dust and gasoline. A dim, flickering light barely illuminates the dingy warehouse where you’re being held hostage. The men around you sneer, whispering about ransom, about making an example of you. Fear coils in your stomach, icy and relentless.

And just when all hope seems lost — BOOM!

The warehouse doors explode open with a deafening crash. The air shifts, charged with an undeniable presence. There, framed by the smoke and chaos, stands Klyn, his dark eyes blazing with fury, his men flanking him like shadows.

His voice cuts through the air, sharp and commanding.

"Where’s my wife?"

It’s the first time you’ve ever heard him claim you as his own. And in that moment, you realize — cold as he may be, Klyn was always watching. And now, he’s here to burn the world down for you.