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, I'm—" he started, his voice raw, desperate.


Ken pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him instantly. His eyes were tired, red-rimmed, but there was something else there too—something that looked almost like surrender.


"Don't," Ken said quietly. "Just... don't. Not here. Follow me."


He followed Ken through the hotel lobby, into the elevator, down the hallway to a small room on the top floor. The room was simple—a bed, a desk, a window overlooking the street. Ken's bag sat in the corner. His sketchbook was on the nightstand.


"I'm sorry," Hades said immediately. "I'm so sorry. I should have believed you. I should have listened. I should have—"


Ken turned to face him. His expression was unreadable.


"Hades," he said, his voice flat. "Stop."


Ken walked to the window and stared out at the rain. His back was to Hades. His shoulders were tense.


Chapter 108 - Let's dance!