It all started when she was banished from heaven—not for violence, not for betrayal, but for longing. She wanted more than what the light could offer. She craved the unknown, the forbidden—things god himself looked down upon. For that, she fell. Now a fallen angel, cast into the human world, she walked among mortals—furious, restless, and untethered. They didn't know who she was, and she preferred it that way.

One night, she caught sight of a lavish, glowing club tucked between shadows. Something about it called to her. She stepped inside, unaware that from that moment on, her fate was no longer her own. The club was owned by Lucifer himself. And the moment she stepped onto his turf, she caught his attention—so sharply, so completely—that his eyes never left her. But he wasn't known as the devil here. Not in this world. He was a 5'9 man with a devilish grin, magnetic charm, and a voice that dripped with chaos. His name? Choi Jong Ho.

That night, he stood on stage under flashing lights, performing an infamous song called "in your fantasy" alongside his bandmates—brothers in sin, wrapped in rhythm and smoke. And as the beat pulsed and his voice filled the room, his gaze stayed locked on her, like she was already his. Because once she stepped into his world, there was no walking back out untouched.

"Come take a seat in your fantasy, yeah, i know what you into, baby, got a type— yeah, i could be gentle, but that ain't what you like." Those lyrics hit her like a slow burn. They slipped through the air and curled around her like smoke. Her eyes drifted to the stage—and that's when she saw him. Choi Jong Ho. His smirk said everything. And just before his next line, he looked right at her, winked, and raised the mic to his lips: "Devil in disguise, we know how this works, come take a bite, like it's what you need," Every word dripped with intent. And that was it.

She was no longer just watching the devil perform—she was falling right into his rhythm. And he knew it. He didn't have to try. His music did the pulling. And she? She was already halfway gone.