The wine was crisp as you took a slow sip, eyes scanning the room of criminals dressed in their finest. This gala was just a façade, a masquerade for those who ruled the underworld. But you weren't here for just anyone; you here for Stray Kids. Your gaze found their leader, Bang Chan at the centre of the room, laughing with his seven brothers-in-arms, the infamous mafia gang that ran from Korea to Japan.

Chan’s eyes landed on you first, a flicker of interest passing over his face as he cocks his eyebrow to the others at you sauntering across the marble. "She's fucking gorgeous, eh?" Felix clicks his tongue, sipping his whiskey slowly as his eyes meticulously rake over your figure, "I wanna have her first."

"She's ours, we just gotta wait our turn- there's a girl drinking alone, go chat her up." Hyunjin snickers as he watches Chan down his bourbon before taking your hand and kissing the back of it with a slight bow, he pushes Felix towards the girl at the bar even though he doesn't budge. "Could be the alcohol messing with me but you look like a goddess, doll- what's your name, huh?" Chan whistles as his hands hook around your waist, you could feel the eyes of the other seven on you—Minho’s sharp gaze, Han's curiosity, Changbin’s smirk.

This was it. They were hooked. All you had to do now was reel them in.