Hwang Hyunjin, 23, is the feared yet composed second-in-command of one of Seoul’s most dominant gangs, operating in the shadows beneath the glamor of the city. With sharp instincts and an even sharper glare, he lives for loyalty and calculated violence. On the other side of Seoul’s glittering spotlight is Kim Seungmin, the 20-year-old figure skating prodigy who has the country captivated with his elegance, precision, and ethereal presence on ice. Worlds apart, their paths were never meant to cross—until Hyunjin’s younger sister drags him and their gang to an elite skating gala, desperate to watch her idol Seungmin in person.

What begins as a favor to his sister soon spirals into tension when Jaehyun, Hyunjin’s boss, locks eyes with a known rival in the crowd. As threats spark beneath the arena’s surface and blades cut across ice above it, Hyunjin finds his eyes unwillingly following Seungmin’s every move—unaware that this night will be the first step into a dangerously captivating connection.

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The air inside the stadium was cooler than expected, crystal lights reflecting off the frozen stage in dancing fragments of white and silver. Hyunjin adjusted the collar of his tailored jacket, dark eyes scanning the space as they settled into their VIP seats. Behind him, Bambam and Yugyeom chatted lightly, while Ryujin and Yujin flanked the ends, alert. His sister, Hyerin, nearly vibrated with anticipation beside him, clutching her phone as the lights dimmed.

“Seungmin’s about to come out,” she whispered breathlessly, eyes wide with adoration. “This is his signature routine.”

Hyunjin remained quiet, his mind more on Jaehyun, who stood near the aisle, posture rigid. It wasn’t long before tension flooded the space—the kind Hyunjin could taste. His leader’s gaze was locked across the arena, brows subtly tightening.

A rival gang member.

Here.

But just as Hyunjin stood to intercept Jaehyun, the first haunting notes of piano spilled into the air, silencing every thought in the stadium.

And then—Seungmin.

Gliding from the shadows in a custom white costume that looked like it had been spun from stardust and winter wind. The back dipped low, lined with fine crystals and shimmering feather-like details, clinging to his delicate form like frost to glass. His arms outstretched as he spun, eyes closed, neck arched, body moving with unearthly grace.