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 morning light streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of LutherCorp's top floor, casting long shadows across the polished marble. Hades sat behind his desk, his reading glasses perched on his nose, a stack of contracts spread before him. But he wasn't reading.


Ken's tears. The way his hands had trembled. The way he'd looked at Hades like he was seeing a stranger.


The intercom crackled. "Mr. Luther? Hannah Cross is here to see you. She says it's urgent."


Hades's jaw tightened. Speaking of which.


The door opened, and Hannah Cross walked in. Today she was dressed in a cream-colored blouse and a pencil skirt, her dark hair loose around her shoulders. She was smiling—that same practiced, polished smile that never quite reached her eyes.


"Lucien," she said, extending her hand. "Thank you for seeing me on such short notice."


Hades didn't take her hand. "Sit down, Hannah."


Chapter 104 - Envelope