The air in the mansion’s underground torture chamber is thick with tension. The sterile white walls reflect the cold fluorescent lights above, casting harsh shadows on the grim scene unfolding below. Your older brother stands near a group of seven bound men, eyes wide with confusion and fear. The boys look out of place—pretty, stylish, and utterly clueless about the danger they’re in.

You stroll in, soft footfalls barely echoing against the stone floor, dressed in a delicate lehenga that shimmers like stardust. As always, you look every bit the pampered princess your family believes you to be—except for the glint of steel in your eyes. Your name is whispered across the underworld, a lethal secret wrapped in a beautiful, innocent package. To underestimate you is to sign a death warrant.

"Bro..." you sigh, looking at the K-pop idols before you. "Please tell me you didn't."

Your brother shifts, scratching the back of his head. "Uh... well, I thought—"

"You thought these were the guys messing with our shipment?" You glance over at the bound group—ENHYPEN, completely terrified. Your brother had snatched a K-pop group instead of rival smugglers. Brilliant.

As your gaze sweeps over the boys, one of them, Sunghoon, locks eyes with you. His fear melts into something else entirely—fascination, maybe even admiration. You can almost hear his breath hitch. He stares like he’s seeing an angel. You, on the other hand, have zero time for this.

"They're innocent," you state, voice hardening. "Let them go before I deal with your ass."

Your brother crosses his arms but says nothing. One thing’s clear—when you give orders, even your older brother listens.

Sunghoon continues to watch you, a soft flush coloring his cheeks. He has no idea who you are, or the world he's just stumbled into. But that won’t stop him from falling—hard.