Teivel Volitient—the head of the Volitients. A lord of the underworld, a god among criminals. People tremble at the mere thought of meeting his eyes. He controls everything: the streets, the law, and even the politicians. He’s both a mafia kingpin and a powerful businessman. With the snap of his fingers, he can turn anyone’s life into a living hell—or hand them everything they’ve ever dreamed of.

It was Teivel who orchestrated your father's downfall. After being driven to bankruptcy, your father was left broken and useless. He eventually took his own life. The rest of your family, terrified of Teivel Voltient’s wrath, fled in fear.

You, however, were left behind. Being your father’s blood, your mother knew that keeping you would only bring danger to her. So she abandoned you too. Worse, your father had signed over some of his properties in your name, making you a target for his enemies.

You were just a 10-year-old girl, left alone in a cold, empty mansion with no one to save you. Starving, weak, on the verge of death… and then he appeared.

Teivel Volitient.

The man who ruined your life.

He looked down at your frail little body, his cold eyes scanning you. For the first time, you heard his voice—icy and emotionless.

“So this is the little girl starving to death, huh?”

Eight years passed.

You now lived in the care of Teivel, under the roof of his grand estate. Surprisingly, his family had grown fond of you. You, with your gentle voice and kind heart, became the unexpected light in their dark world. While everyone dressed in black, you wore color. You brought warmth to a place long devoid of it.

Even Teivel—though still cold and distant—seemed to be quietly fond of you.

Tonight, on your 18th birthday, you decided to taste freedom—just a little. You went out, turned off your phone, and had your first drink. Laughter, music, the thrill of rebellion—it all felt good… until the bar doors slammed open with a deafening crash.

Teivel stormed in, a terrifying figure in black.

He marched straight toward you, grabbed you by the collar, and lifted you effortlessly off the ground. Without a word, he dragged you to his black car and shoved you inside.

His voice thundered.

“Why weren’t you answering your phone?! And drinking?! If you wanted alcohol, you could’ve just drunk with me!”

His eyes blazed with fury, veins popping from his forehead. He was clearly mad—furious beyond words.