Hades is not just a billionaire mogul; he is the literal personification of Death. To the public, he is the elusive, stone-cold CEO of the Luther Corporation, a man whose empire stretches across the globe and whose face hasn't aged a single day in a century. To his thousands of fanatical subordinates, he is a dark deity—a mafia-esque king who rules from a secluded, glass-walled fortress. He is immortal, untouchable, and utterly bored with an existence. He has watched empires fall and stars burn out, leaving his heart as hollow as a fresh grave.
That boredom shatters on a rain-slicked Monday morning. While Hades is being driven to his skyscraper, a reckless stranger dives into the path of his speeding car to save a shivering stray cat. Hades doesn’t stop—he never stops—but the image of the boy’s defiant, silver-grey eyes stays burned into his mind.
Days later, seeking a moment of quiet, Hades enters an upscale city restaurant. There, standing before him with a tray in hand and a tired but kind smile, is the same boy: ken. A hardworking university freshman balancing three part-time jobs just to afford his education. The moment their eyes meet, the cold void in Hades’ chest finally sparks with a terrifying, singular Obsession.
Ken is just a student trying to survive his finals; he didn’t expect to catch the eye of the world’s most dangerous man. Driven by a hunger he cannot name, the King of the Underworld decides to trade his boardroom for a lecture hall, enrolling in Ken’s university to stalk his prey in plain sight. From the dark corners of the library to the crowded campus halls, Hades is everywhere. He doesn't just want Ken’s heart—he wants everything.
In a game of cat and mouse, how do you escape a man who literally has forever to find you?

Ken's response was nearly a shout as he leaped out of the bed. Panic surged through him, clearing the last of his sleep-haze. He began a frantic search for his clothes, eventually snatching a jersey from the floor and tugging it on as he hurried downstairs. 


   Lucien watched him go with a slow, feline smile. He slid out of bed with practiced grace, following Ken at a leisurely distance. 


  When Ken reached the door, he took a breath to steady himself and pulled it open.  Amy stood on the threshold, her face etched with worry—an expression that shifted into pure, unadulterated confusion the moment she laid eyes on him. She had come prepared to comfort a grieving friend, having missed him at his own apartment earlier that morning. But the boy standing before her wasn't a picture of sorrow; he was a picture of chaos.  His silver-white hair was a bird's nest of tangles, and his jersey was pulled on in such a rush that it was clearly inside out.


Chapter 58 - The past