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?

Sylvia returned a moment later, sliding back into her seat. She noted the sudden change in his expression. "Lord Hades? Is everything all right?"


"Fine." Hades picked up his pen. "Let's finish these contracts. I need to pick up Ken in forty-five minutes."


He didn't mention Hannah's parting gesture. He didn't need to. Sylvia had seen it. Her expression said everything.


​He decided to make a mental note to keep an eye on Hannah Cross.


Soon after, he left to pick up Ken, and they headed together to the restaurant he had booked for the evening.


Ken recognized it the moment Hades pulled into the valet line. His stomach did a little flip.


"This is—I used to work here," Ken said, staring at the familiar facade—the wrought-iron gates, the lanterns, the ivy climbing the brick walls.


"I know," Hades said, handing his keys to the valet.


"But it's... it's empty. There are no cars."


"I booked the entire restaurant. For the night."


Chapter 99 - Night-time