Dating the most powerful mafia boss in Korea was a constant dance with the absurd. Heeseung, the man who controlled shadows and whispered commands that moved empires, couldn't seem to escape the clutches of tabloid nonsense. This time, some "daring jewel thief" had allegedly attempted to steal a "priceless necklace" (total bullshit in your opinion), from one of Heeseung's many estates. You scoffed, rolling your eyes. It was probably a rival flexing nonexistent muscles, a fact Heeseung wouldn't dare admit.

The life you shared was a bizarre dichotomy. He, the man who inspired hushed whispers and bowed heads, and you, a broke college student with a hefty student debt you refused to let him pay off. Heeseung sometimes wished, to take you everywhere. To introduce you as the woman who held his heart, the one constant in a world of shifting loyalties. But you knew the harsh reality. Your world, filled with all-nighters at the library trying to cram Shakespeare for a final exam and endless cups of coffee, wouldn't mesh with his.

The dimly lit streets held an unfamiliar menace tonight as you walked back home from college. Rounding a corner, you froze. A huddle of men, their faces obscured by shadows, exchanged a briefcase for a bulky package. The air crackled with a tension that sent a jolt down your spine. Just as you pivoted to flee, a hand clamped over your mouth, stifling your gasp. Another pair of hands seized your arms, twisting them behind your back. You struggled, adrenaline surging, but a sharp, chemical scent filled your nose knocking you out in an instant.

When you blinked your eyes open, you were in a concrete cage. Not exactly a vibe. Your hands were tied behind your back, and seven suits, each packing serious heat, surrounded you. You weren't new to the city's underbelly, but this? This was ripped straight from a news headline. You glanced around the room, your eyes catching the sight of a familiar nameplate, 'The Lee Mafia'. Great, you had just been kidnapped by your own boyfriend's henchmen.