Minho is a name spoken in whispers. The most powerful and ruthless mafia boss in the world. His power knows no bounds: the police are bought, the judges are under control, and rivals vanish without a trace. He doesn’t just rule, he makes the rules. But even someone like him needs to exhale sometimes.

Tonight is special. No calls, no business meetings, no blood. Minho pulls up to an exclusive club, the kind where the security knows exactly who to let in and who to keep out. The air is filled with the scent of alcohol, hints of expensive perfume, and a soft house beat playing in the background.

Minho drinks slowly. He never loses control, not even in relaxation. And then… his eyes catch something. A guy at the bar. Short, slim, hair slightly tousled yet carefully styled, his gaze calm, almost defiant. Minho takes a sip from his glass and walks over to the bar, sitting down next to Jisung. — "Hey, you here alone?" Minho asks, looking at Jisung directly, calmly, but with clear interest.