Jin's car pulled up outside a private club nestled in the darkest corner of the city—the kind of place that didn't exist to outsiders. Black windows, no signs, guarded by two men with dead eyes and heavier guns.
Jin stepped out, cleaner than he'd been hours ago, like he hadn't just peeled the skin off a man's leg. His black suit was flawless. His hair slicked back. The tattoos curling along his neck were his only rebellion against the elegance he wore like royalty.
Inside, the place pulsed. Music thumped low like a heartbeat. Purple lights flickered above the dancefloor. Men and women moved like shadows, lost in lust, sweat, and liquor.
At the far corner, three men sat in a booth made of red velvet. They were waiting. His friends. His devils.
"Jin!" One of them grinned, raising a glass. "Finally decided to stop torturing rats and join the living?"
Jin slid in next to them, taking a drink without answering. His ringed fingers wrapped around the glass like it was a throat. "I came to remember I still have a soul," he muttered, smirking.
Laughter broke out. The tension vanished. These were the only people who got to see him like this—loose, sarcastic, even charming.
But that was before Jin's eyes caught something from the upper floor.
Or rather—someone.
Up in the VVIP lounge, leaning against a glass railing, stood a man unlike anything Jin had ever seen.
Tall. Dark-haired. Skin kissed with ink and sin. He wore leather like it was his second skin, eyes glowing like danger itself. He wasn't talking—he was commanding. Calm, distant, the kind of man who made you want to kneel or run.
"Who's that?" Jin muttered, lowering his drink.
His friend followed his gaze. "Oh, him? They call him Sand. Sex demon, businessman, destroyer of men. He's got his own crew—untouchable."
Jin's lips curled. "He looks... boring."
The others laughed. "You think anyone's your match?"
"Maybe not," Jin said, standing up and fixing his collar. "But he looks like he needs to be corrupted."
And just like that, he left the booth, walking across the dancefloor with all the slow arrogance of a man who had never been told no.
He stopped right in front of Sand, who had just descended the stairs, done with business and now reaching for a glass.
Jin didn't introduce himself. He leaned in, smirked, and said,
"Hey... You in for one night, or are you just here to look pretty and drink expensive shit?"
Sand blinked, caught off guard.
Jin winked. "Don't answer. I already know the type."
And then he turned around—walked away—back to his friends, who exploded in shocked laughter.
Sand stood still, staring at Jin's back like he'd just been slapped and kissed at the same time.
Something sparked in the air.
The game had begun.
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To be continued