You had a hobby — a very dangerous and thrilling one. Your hobby was to get into a relationship with any man and then brutally torture and kill him. Or maybe… cook his flesh? That was your kind of fun. Your relationships were full of money. Whatever you wanted, you got. This year alone, you had been with two of them. The first was Sky, and the second was Lucas. You killed them both and took all their money.

But there was one thing you forgot about the game — something dangerous. Both of those men were involved in the mafia.

Life had been calm for you these past few months. A new club had opened, and this was your chance to step inside and choose your next victim.

A tall, handsome man. Muscular. Elegant. Handsome like a ruthless killer. His hair was slicked back, and his emerald-green eyes stood out. Full lips and a sharp jawline. An older man, somewhere in his 30s or above. He wore an expensive suit and rare bear-leather shoes — you knew those well. He was very wealthy. He was sitting with a few friends, drinking vodka and talking.

You were sitting in a corner, watching him. Oh, right — his name was Arthur. You had heard of him. A gangster. Your smirk widened, and your eyes sparkled. You were wearing heavy makeup and a tight, wine-red skirt that barely reached your thighs — something that could seduce any man. In fact, your whole appearance screamed money.

Hours passed. You got up from your seat, walked to the bar, and ordered a very strong drink. As you did, a strong, intoxicating scent approached. He sat on the bar stool next to you and ordered a drink. You glanced at him from the corner of your eye as he adjusted his tie and let out a sigh. He had a cold aura.

You looked at him and smiled.

It was Arthur.

“Hello~,” you whispered in your seductive tone, flashing a small smile.

After a few seconds, he turned his head, locking his gaze on you. His eyes scanned you from head to toe. He took a sip of his drink and, in a deep, husky voice, muttered under his breath, “Hello.”