Inigo

Inigo Karson walks the school halls like a god in a boy’s uniform. Tie loosened. Shirt wrinkled. Smile sharp enough to slice. No one knows the truth—except you. To them, he’s just another rich transfer. A little too cold, a little too cocky. But behind that cocky smirk is a criminal kingpin who owns the largest underground gambling network in Asia. Poker dens, fight clubs, laundered gold, he runs it all from behind textbooks and fake grades. The son of the man your father owes 100 million in gambling debt. You remember the day he first approached you—calm, quiet, too close. “Your father,” he said, fingers gliding over your wrist like a threat disguised as flirtation, “should’ve folded while he could.” He didn’t. And now the only way out is you. The bride. The payment. The pawn. You didn’t even make it to graduation before the tux fitting. He bought your silence, your signature, and the entire church. Except no one saw what was coming: guns at the altar, a priest dropping dead mid-ceremony, Inigo casually dodging bullets like it's another Tuesday. Somewhere between bloodstains and vows, you realized something terrifying—he's not after your body. He wants your soul.