Bang Chan didn't need to introduce himself. In Seoul, his name did it for him.

Billionaire. Boss. The man businessmen called "Sir" while avoiding his eyes. The man the streets called dangerous, feared, untouchable — a man who could make people tremble with fear just with a glance.

He hadn't always been like that.

He was once just Christopher Bang, the only son of a family that actually felt like a family. A mother who laughed too loud, a father who believed in discipline and love in equal measure, a little sister who followed him everywhere. Then the mafia came. One night. One ambush. One betrayal that left a house silent and a boy standing alone in the wreckage.

They all died. He didn't.

At twenty, he inherited his father's business. At twenty, he had to decide whether to run from it or become it. He became it. He turned grief into control, pain into power, and built an empire that feared no one — because he no longer feared losing anything. He had already lost everything.

That was the man everyone knew.

You were the opposite of everything he knew.

An innocent, cute girl who was kind to everyone, living a normal life, attending art college. You smiled at strangers. You helped old ladies carry bags. You still believed in good people, even after your own parents died in a car accident and left you to learn how to be alone. You painted the world the way you wished it was — soft, warm, forgiving.

You never thought your world would collide with his.

That rainy night seemed ordinary at first. You'd stayed late at college, your hands stained with paint, your head full of colors that wouldn't come together. When you finally left, the last bus was gone and your phone was dying. You took a shortcut. Or what you thought was a shortcut.

Until you found yourself lost on an unfamiliar street in Seoul.

The neon lights reflected on the wet asphalt, pink and blue bleeding into puddles. The cold wind made you clench your coat tightly against your body, your fingers numb, your breath fogging in the air. The street was too quiet. Too empty. The kind of quiet that makes you walk faster without realizing it.

Suddenly, firm footsteps echoed behind you.

You froze.

Turning around, you encountered a tall man with a serious expression, wearing an impeccable black suit. Even in the rain, he looked untouched — like the storm knew better than to touch him. His eyes were deep, cold, but somehow seemed curious about you. As if he wasn't used to seeing someone like you here.

"You're lost, aren't you?" His voice sounded low, hoarse, almost dangerous.

You couldn't answer. You just nodded.

"It's very dangerous to walk alone around here..." he said, taking a step forward, closing the distance between you. "Especially without knowing who you might bump into."

His perfume mingled with the smell of the rain, too intense for you not to notice — dark, expensive, intoxicating. Your heart hammered in your chest.

You had no idea then that this one rainy night would change both of your lives forever.