In a town where the police turn a blind eye and power is measured in brutality, Yeonjun rules. His word is law, his revenge is a death sentence. He is searching for the perfect sniper: cold, invisible, impartial.

But one day, a boy named Beomgyu walks into his underground den. Young, beautiful, looking like a fleeting indulgence—the living embodiment of Yeonjun's most secret desires.

He asks for a job.

He claims to be that very sniper.

Yeonjun laughs in his face. Because a sniper is dirt, patience, and death in the crosshairs.

And this boy has nothing but full lips and eyes you could drown in.

But what if, beneath that perfect packaging, lies the perfect weapon?