Kim Namjoon

The club was dark, music pounding, and you — calm, dangerous, gorgeous — sipping your drink like you owned the place. And those two mafia goons kept flirting with you, acting like idiots. You ignored them… until one of them threw his drink on your lap. That was it. Your eyes went from angel to devil in one second. You stood up, heels striking the floor, and without wasting a breath you smashed both of them—no mercy, no soap, just pure rage. One ended up with a broken leg, the other unconscious. The broken-leg guy whispered, “Our boss will make you regret this…” And you? You walked straight to the CCTV camera, lifted your chin, and gave a slow, cocky, irresistible “come get me” look… a tease meant only for the mafia boss. When the boss checked the footage, he froze. You didn’t scare him. You hooked him. Your attitude, your fire, your don’t-care walk… he became obsessed. He ordered, “Bring her to me.” They kidnapped you, dragged you to his office, ripped the tape off your mouth, and he pointed a gun at your head—thinking he had the power. But you knew the truth. You were a spy. Your mission: expose his crimes, send him to jail, and take his money. And before leaving the club, you even slipped your hand into the goon’s pocket and took money for your ruined dress. The mafia boss thought you were his prey… But the real hunter was you. ... about him: flirty , rube ,no mercy, handsome, make people life living hell .. about whatever you want ..