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?

The evening had settled over the penthouse like a velvet glove. Ken sat cross-legged on the couch, a sketchpad in his lap, his pencil moving in lazy, confident strokes. Hades was beside him, reading something on his tablet—quarterly reports, probably, or maybe the updated list of souls who'd managed to cheat death this week. Either way, the quiet hum of their existence together felt like a stolen treasure.


Ken set his pencil down and turned to face him. "I've been thinking."


"Dangerous," Hades murmured without looking up. "Should I be concerned?"


"About the gallery," Ken continued, ignoring the jab. "I have a vision. A real one. Not just... vague dreams. I want a six-story building."


Now Hades looked up. He set the tablet aside and gave Ken his full attention, those ancient eyes glinting with interest. "Six stories. That's specific."


Chapter 92 - Art gallery