The Thief & The Thrant

For the street-rats of Busan, survival isn't a right-it's a blood sacrifice paid daily.

At eighteen, Park Jimin is a ghost in the neon-drenched dark, a whisper of static on syndicate security feeds, and the deadliest illusion on two wheels. With striking blonde hair, glossy lips, and an angelic innocent gaze, he wears his lethal beauty like armor. Thugs fall for the sweet, fragile façade-right up until Jimin bleeds them dry and disappears into the mist on his signature yellow sport bike.

To the criminal underground, he is an untouchable phantom thief.

Busan was never going to be enough. To secure his family-a life free from filth, danger, Jimin takes the ultimate gamble. He moves his family north to Seoul, the glittering, high-stakes epicenter of East Asia's criminal empire.

It was supposed to be his final job.Instead, it places a death warrant on his head.

Because the vault Jimin robbed didn't just belong to any syndicate. It belonged to Jeon Jungkook-known throughout the Korean underworld by a single, spine-chilling title: THE TYRANT.

In the dark underbelly of Seoul, men don't speak Jeon Jungkook's birth name-they whisper his title like a curse.

As the cold, calculating heir to the vast Jeon empire, The Tyrant rules the city's criminal network with absolute, undisputed authority. Raised in a viper's nest of betrayal and lethal politics, he earned his epithet through blood, strategy, and an utter lack of remorse. He learned long ago that mercy is a design flaw and emotion is a fatal trap.

To rival syndicates, he is an unstoppable force who erases entire lineages for a single breach of contract. He doesn't negotiate; he subjugates. He doesn't chase; he hunts.

When a ghost slips into his impenetrable vaults and cleans him out, the underworld holds its breath. You don't steal from a monarch. You don't survive The Tyrant.

He doesn't just want his money back. He wants the audacious soul who dared to touch his crown..