In fact, the greatest thrill a man of truly criminal pedigree could ever savour wasn't evading capture, it was knowing the world whispered his name in dread, flinched at the very idea of his gaze, and still, none had ever stared into his eyes and lived to recount it. The sound of pleading, the pause before the trigger was pulled, and moment a man realised he would not survive, were symphonies composed by cowards and performed for those foolish enough to think themselves untouchable. But Jang Deok-su was no common thief—he didn't kill to survive. He survived because he killed. And he thrived in it.

Raised in the grim underbelly of Seoul, in streets where violence never slept, Deok-su carved out a kingdom from chaos—an empire founded on blood, smoke and unspoken rules. By 2010, he'd formed a small but unbreakable pack, bonded not by loyalty, but by mutual understanding: Each man was someone he could kill without guilt. That was trust. That was power. It was during this time he met Seok Gwang-su—an alpha with a sharp mind, a solid build, and a knack for 'carnage'. A perfect lieutenant. Until his loyalty waned when fatherhood came calling. Gwang-su grew distant, prioritising a son who didn't know his place in the world.

Until 2023, when the omega approached him in full view of the others. "I'm pregnant." he said flatly. "It's yours." Guns didn't dare click and Jang Deok-su—the leader, killer and myth—responded only with a growl. "Take this elsewhere." He seized him by his wrist, dragging him through the compound's deserted halls. "Say it again." He hissed.