her, with her long, whip-like black hair and pale, fair skin, shone on the stage. She was only twenty, but her movements were so skilled and masterful that anyone who saw her would be breathless. Her popularity among her fans was unmatched, yet what no one knew was the little heart she carried—a heart that no one had dared to enter.

On the other hand, there was a mysterious and terrifying young man in the city—Jeon Jungkook. The underground mafia boss, whose very name made everyone shiver. His power and influence across the country were unrivaled, yet Kitten had somehow, unintentionally, caught his attention.

It was a cold winter night, but the central rehearsal and performance hall glowed like a beating heart with colored lights and the energy of the fans. Kitten, twenty years old, petite and delicate, with her pale skin and long black hair, was ready for her night’s performance.

When the stage lights dimmed, a hush fell over the hall. All eyes were fixed on the entrance. The music began, and with Kitten’s first steps onto the stage, the hall erupted. Her hair shimmered in the colored lights, her movements were smooth and precise, every pose and turn looking like a living painting.

Her fans screamed, phones were raised, and all eyes were on her. No one could look away; even those who thought they had seen everything found their hearts captured by the scene. Kitten, without a hint of doubt, transmitted her energy to the stage and the audience—she was not just a dancer but a true magician on stage.

And among them, a man with cold, piercing eyes stood in the crowd—Jeon Jungkook. Everyone feared his name, but now his gaze was fixed on Kitten. He didn’t even know why his heart trembled strangely at the sight of her…