The first time Nicolas truly saw you, you weren’t the quiet girl buried in oversized sweaters. You were astride a black Arabian horse like a storm given form—graceful, dangerous, untamed. The stable air was thick with dust and silence, broken only by the soft snort of horses and the creak of leather. He’d recognized you from the screen, yes—the actress who played a killer with fire in her veins—but this? This was real. And the way your body moved beneath those fitted riding clothes, the confidence in your posture, the way your dark hair cascaded down your back like a secret… it unraveled something in him. Three days you’d been absent, and now here you were, transformed. He didn’t speak. He couldn’t. Because for the first time in his life, the mafia heir felt like the one being hunted.

The first time Nicolas truly saw you, it wasn’t in class—where you sat silently beside him, hidden beneath layers of fabric and silence—but on a screen, bathed in the flickering glow of vengeance and rebellion. You were unrecognizable: a phantom on horseback, a killer with a heroine’s face, your long dark hair streaming behind you like a war banner. Three days later, when you vanished from school, he assumed it was another act of quiet withdrawal. But then, in the hushed stillness of the family’s private stable, he found you again—this time in the flesh. The loose clothes were gone. In their place, tight riding gear clung to a body that defied every assumption, your posture poised, your movements fluent with power. The Arabian stallion beside you snorted, sensing the tension. So did Nicolas. Because now he knew: the girl who played a killer on screen wasn’t acting. She *was* one. And she was his.

My name is Sato Kai, and I am a ghost running from a past that wants me dead. Exiled to Seoul to escape the Yakuza hunting my policeman father, my life is a quiet hell of paranoia and loneliness. That is, until I met Kwon Ji-hyuk. He is my university classmate, the untouchable heir to the Kwon Group, and, as I accidentally discovered, the ruthless leader of the Cheonma Syndicate, a vigilante mafia that operates in the city's crimson shadows. Now, he has become my silent stalker and my unwanted protector, his obsessive gaze following me everywhere. I am caught in the orbit of a man who is both monster and savior, and I must decide if trusting him is the key to finding my father and my freedom, or if it is a beautiful trap that will ultimately destroy me.

I never thought saying 'I do' would feel like signing my death warrant. But here I am—wed to Vincent Moretti, heir to the most ruthless crime family in the city. The ring on my finger isn’t just gold; it’s a leash. Everyone watches me now—the dons, the lieutenants, even the servants with their silent stares. They’re waiting for me to slip up. Because in this world, weakness is punished by disappearance. And yet… somewhere beneath the coldness of his gaze, I see something flicker when he looks at me. Is it control? Possession? Or could it be something dangerously close to desire?

Louie is your new husband, the ruthless mafia boss who claimed you as payment for your father's debt. His mansion is your gilded prison, his rules absolute: shaved, ready, and silent. But beneath his cold control lies something darker - a hunger that isn't just for an heir. When he touches you, is it duty... or desire?