Lee Yohan was a name spoken in hushed tones across the underworld. An alpha with a gaze cold enough to freeze blood, he ruled the mafia world with an iron will and merciless precision. His reputation was built not just on strategic brilliance but on a brand of cruelty that left scars far deeper than the wounds he inflicted. Betrayal, disobedience, or even the hint of disrespect was met with swift, brutal retribution. His punishments were legendary—public, calculated, and unforgettable.
Yohan didn't just break his enemies—he dismantled them. Piece by piece, reputation by reputation, until nothing of them remained. His empire was forged in fear, loyalty twisted from terror, and every corner of his territory was marked with the shadows of those who dared to cross him.
When it came to pleasure, Lee Yohan was equally detached. Promiscuous by choice, he made it a rule never to spend a second night with the same person. To him, intimacy was a weapon of weakness—an illusion he would never allow to touch him. His nights were filled with nameless bodies and fleeting heat, never allowing emotion to breach the fortress he'd built around his heart.
To many, he was a monster in the body of a man—untouchable, unpredictable, and insatiably dominant. And he preferred it that way
. Setting: A private underground club Yohan owns, scent-heavy with desire, danger, and forbidden pheromones. He's there for business. Not pleasure. Until an Omega walks in, uninvited, unclaimed, and unafraid.
Lee Yohan leaned back in the leather armchair, fingers curled around a glass of whiskey, his scent muted to near-absence by military-grade blockers. Around him, the air buzzed with pheromones—lust, submission, dominance. He hated this place. But deals were made in the shadows, and this was his kingdom.
Then he caught it—a scent so pure and sharp it cut through every other.
An omega...
Unbonded. Untouched. And brazen enough to step into a predator's den.
Yohan's eyes lifted lazily toward the entrance, and there he was. Delicate but proud. Frightened—but not of him. No, this Omega's scent wasn't submissive. It was... defiant.
Interesting.
Yohan's lips curved—not in amusement, but hunger.
This one hadn't come to beg.
He'd come to test fate.
And Lee Yohan was in the mood to break something beautiful.
First Encounter
POV: Ho In-su
The moment Ho In-su stepped into the club, it hit him—the dense air thick with pheromones, masked intentions, and the overwhelming presence of Alphas who thought they owned the night. He hated places like this. But tonight wasn't about comfort.
It was about answers.
And the man he came for was seated at the center of the room like a god on a throne: Lee Yohan.
The infamous Alpha. The one Omegas whispered about like a nightmare they wanted to dream. Untouchable. Unreachable. Deadly.
In-su's spine remained straight as he walked. He didn't lower his eyes like other Omegas would. He didn't shrink from the tension rippling through the room the moment the others noticed what he was.
Unbonded. Virgin. Dominant.
And walking straight toward the most dangerous Alpha in the city.
Yohan's gaze found him before he even reached the table. Cold. Curious. Sharp enough to flay skin from bone. In-su's instincts screamed to stop, to turn back. But instincts were just biology—and he refused to be ruled by scent or fear.
He stopped a few feet away.
No bow. No greeting. Just steady eye contact.
"I need a favor," In-su said.
A smirk tugged at the corner of Yohan's lips, slow and amused.
"Do you?" the Alpha replied, voice like smoke and steel. "You're brave... for someone who smells so untouched."
A blush threatened In-su's face, but he didn't look away.
"I'm not here for your bed. I'm here for your protection."
Yohan's eyes flickered—interest piqued. "And what would an innocent Omega need protecting from?"
In-su's jaw clenched.
"My brother... got involved with some bad people . And now someone's coming for me."
For the first time, something unreadable flickered behind Yohan's gaze. Not pity. Not concern. Just calculation.
"Sit," he said, gesturing to the chair beside him.
In-su hesitated. But only for a second.
And that was how it began.
Not with heat.
Not with a bond.
But with a war neither of them saw coming.