Male Lead: Kang Tae-min (Mafia Boss)
Female Lead: Kim Sarah (Doctor)
The sound of rain tapping against the tall glass windows filled the dark mansion with an eerie rhythm. The house was grand, powerful, and intimidating—just like its master. Yet, hidden within the walls was a man who had once been feared by everyone across South Korea, and now… pitied.
Kang Tae-min.
The name alone was enough to silence an entire room. The ruthless mafia boss, known for his sharp eyes that could pierce through lies and betrayals, was now living in endless night.
A fight with his greatest enemy had left him blind. Acid—thrown straight at his eyes in an ambush—stole away not just his sight but also his pride. Surgery gave him hope, but the world remained covered in shadows. Doctors came and went, one after another, trying to handle him. Yet none could bear his rage, his endless impatience, his sharp tongue.
"Fire them," Tae-min had ordered countless times, his voice cold, low, and terrifying. "I don't need weaklings pretending they can fix me."
His mansion became a revolving door for doctors who only lasted days, some even hours. No one dared to stay.
That evening, his right-hand man, Han Soo-jin, entered the study with hesitation. He knew the storm inside his boss was worse than the one outside.
"Boss," Soo-jin's voice was steady, though his hands were tight against his sides. "We've found another doctor. A specialist."
Tae-min, sitting in his leather chair with his eyes closed, let out a bitter laugh. "Another lamb for the slaughter? Send her back."
"She's different," Soo-jin said carefully. "She's young but brilliant. Calm. She doesn't break easily."
A pause. Tae-min tilted his head, his unseeing eyes narrowing. "Her name?"
"Kim Sarah."
Silence stretched across the room, broken only by the rain.
Moments later, the heavy doors of the mansion opened, and a woman stepped inside. Kim Sarah, dressed in a simple white blouse and black pants, clutched her medical bag tightly. Her heart pounded, but her eyes didn't waver.
The mansion smelled of power, of blood and smoke, of something dangerous. Yet she walked forward.
When she entered the study, her gaze fell upon him.
Kang Tae-min. The man who had once ruled the underworld now sat like a beast in chains, proud even in his darkness. His jaw was sharp, his hair messy yet somehow perfect, his expression carved from stone.
Without opening his eyes, he spoke. His voice was deep, hoarse, commanding.
"I don't want a doctor."
Sarah froze, but then took a step closer. "And yet, you still need one."
That single reply filled the room with a silence so heavy, even Soo-jin dared not breathe.
For the first time in months, Kang Tae-min's lips curved—not into a smile, but into something sharper.
"She can't handle me either," he muttered. "None of them can."
But Sarah didn't move back. Instead, she placed her bag down, her voice steady.
"Then let me be the first."