"Hyung!" Mingyu barged into Seungcheol's cabin, "Areum- did you hear that? She's no more." Seungcheol smirked, "I knew this would happen." "Hyung? Sorry to say this, I'm glad this happened but she was your fiance?!" Mingyu gasped, "What if some enemies of ours killed her? We need to show them our power." "Don't be sorry. I got engaged with her not because I wanted to marry her. She was just a mediator for me." Seungcheol stood up, "Second, she isn't killed by our enemies for sure. I just needed some clues." "Clues?" Seungcheol nodded, "I want the person who killed her in front of my eyes. I want to ruin this pretty devil, for sure!" "Are you talking about-" Mingyu realised. "Yes. Let's see how long he can hide his identity." Seungcheol chuckled wickedly, "I'm coming for you, my sinister love."

Jeonghan looked at Seungcheol's bruised wrist, "Why have they kept your right hand handcuffed?" "Because I'm a potential threat to them." Seungcheol chuckled bitterly, "And that's true. The day I'm left open, they're gone." Jeonghan inhaled a deep breath, "Mr. Choi, that's not it. You can't-" "I can." Seungcheol glared at the younger, "And I will." "I won't let you." Jeonghan maintained a stern demeanor. "And who are you again?" Seungcheol raised a brow. "Your therapist." Jeonghan replied confidently. "Pretty sure my confident little therapist will be swipped off before them." Seungcheol grinned menacingly. "We'll see about that." Jeonghan stood up, "The sessions will start from tomorrow, I'll be back." "I hope not." Seungcheol grumbled beneath his breath.

His brother died in a street race. Jeonghan wants answers. When rookie journalist Yoon Jeonghan starts digging into the crash that killed his brother, all roads lead to Seungcheol-underground racer, legend, and liar. Everyone tells Jeonghan to stay away. But the deeper he gets, the more obsessed he becomes. And the more he wants the truth... Even if it destroys them both. "You should've left it alone," Seungcheol said. "Now you're next." This isn't a love story. It's a crash waiting to happen.

What's worse than a blade at your throat or staring down your own death from a cliff? Getting married to Choi Seungcheol - the man even devils prefer to avoid. Yet here I stand, wrapped in silk I didn't pick, under chandeliers brighter than my will to live, listening to vows that feel more like contracts signed in blood. Everyone says this marriage will end a war. Cute. I say it's another battlefield - one I intend to walk across in heels and sarcasm. Because here I am, in a wedding hall dripping in roses and danger, smiling like I'm not actively planning how to make my new husband stop breathing.

"I hate you. Every second here makes me hate you more." Jeonghan spat, glaring at the polished man before him. Seungcheol's lips curled into a sinister smile, making Jeonghan gulp. "Good, because love isn't even my style, darling." Seungcheol thrust the food platter in front of Jeonghan. "Eat up; you'll need more energy to hate me." He walked away, closing the door and leaving Jeonghan in darkness once again. What worse could happen than going for a walk the night before your wedding? Jeonghan, heir to a powerful corporation, lived under the protection of his family's wealth. But everything changed when he stumbled upon a gruesome crime committed by Seungcheol, a notorious mafia leader. To keep his secret safe, Seungcheol abducted Jeonghan, dragging him into a world of darkness and danger. Trapped in Seungcheol's underground empire, Jeonghan's hatred for his captor grew, yet he couldn't ignore the twisted connection forming between them. As days turned into weeks, the lines between captor and captive blurred, and an obsessive, dark romance began to unfold. Seungcheol's ruthless nature contrasted with moments of unexpected tenderness, leaving Jeonghan torn between his desire for freedom and a growing, forbidden attraction.