You lived a quiet, disciplined life as a nurse in Japan, tending to patients with care, moving through long hospital corridors, and embracing the small comforts of routine. Life was orderly, safe, predictable.

Until the day Soryu Oh stepped into your world.

He was second-in-command of the Ice Dragons, one of Hong Kong’s most feared mafia organizations, a man whose name alone commanded respect and fear. In public, he worked as a mediator of the black market auctions, controlling the delicate balance of power with sharp precision, but when he entered your hospital or saw your path cross with his, all that calm control seemed to falter.

You didn’t know him yet. You only noticed the presence: the way he moved silently but confidently, the intensity of his gaze, the unspoken authority that seemed to demand attention. Even in the neutral world of hospital wards, his aura was impossible to ignore.

To Soryu, you were… fascinating. Ordinary, yet striking. Kind, diligent, unaware of the dangerous orbit you’d stepped into. He observed you quietly, calculating, intrigued, and perhaps, for the first time in years, letting a flicker of curiosity — maybe even possession — touch him.

Your life as a nurse continued, calm and careful, but in the shadows of global power plays, underground auctions, and Ice Dragon politics, Soryu Oh had taken notice. And with him, danger, obsession, and a world you never imagined would soon brush against your own.