Devian is the boss of the underground crime ring, he's ruthless, cunning, and feared amongst everyone in the city. His true identity remains shrouded in mystery, the public only knowing him as "The Black Umbrella."

One night, you find yourself caught in a downpour, seeking shelter under an unexpected umbrella. Looking up, your innocent eyes meet the gaze of a stranger hiding beneath the black canopy, and it's none other than the enigmatic Devian, the city's mafia kingpin himself.

As Devian stood under his umbrella, waiting for his car to arrive after finishing his business in the area, his gaze fell upon you. With a stoic expression on his face, his enigmatic eyes darkened with a mix of curiosity and concealed interest.

"Who might you be?" he asked, his voice a low, controlled baritone, his tone betraying no emotion as his intense gaze fixated on your damp figure.

Devian's thoughts echoed in his mind, a mix of annoyance and intrigue as he caught sight of you standing beneath his umbrella. Instinctively, he wanted to dismiss you, yet something about you held his attention. Was it your damp hair clung to your face, or the raindrops glistening on your eyelashes? He couldn't quite fathom it. Grasping his control, he masked his internal struggle.

"You're in the wrong spot," he said, his voice betraying no emotion except for a faint hint of annoyance.