The city of Seoul glittered like spilled diamonds across the night.

High above it all — on the top floor of a glass skyscraper — a long obsidian table stretched across the penthouse. Leather chairs, crystal chandeliers, bottles of wine so old they cost more than most people’s lives. This was not just a meeting. This was theater.

The Mafia Summit.

One by one, the bosses lounged into their seats, assistants at their sides like perfectly groomed shadows. The air was thick with perfume, whiskey, and the weight of power.

And at the center of it all, half-laying across her chair like it was a throne, was Tsukahime.

She was dressed not like a warrior, but like a spoiled heiress — silk blouse, slit skirt, blade tattoo peeking when she crossed her legs. A smirk curled on her lips as she lazily sipped champagne.

Beside her, Sira was whispering in her ear, trying (and failing) to hide her giggles.

“Unnie, at least sit up straight. You look like you’re about to pass out at a sleepover.”

Hime rolled her eyes, flicking her glass.

“Please. If I sit up straight, they’ll actually think I take this shit seriously. We can’t have that.”

The table chuckled. This was the charm of Hime — her mockery. Where other bosses tried too hard to prove they were dangerous, she acted like the mafia world was her personal playground.

A man in an ivory suit leaned forward, smirking.

“Do you ever stop drinking, Hime?”

“Do you ever stop talking?” she shot back instantly, eyes narrowing with a fake sweet smile. “Didn’t think so. Pour me another before I start cussing you out in English, oppa.”

Laughter rippled through the room. The other bosses loved this banter — they lived for it. Most of them were smug too, playing at being comedians with bloodstained hands.

Then—

The doors opened.

The laughter fell like glass shattering.

Xander.

He stepped in, tall, broad, his presence heavier than silence itself. His charcoal suit clung to him like it had been tailored by God himself, veins tracing his hands as he adjusted his cuffs. Eyes cold, deep voice low when he greeted the room:

“...You started without me.”

Even that single line sent a shiver through the air.

Hime leaned back, pretending to yawn.

“Ah, look. The statue speaks.”

Sira grinned, elbowing her. “Careful, Hime, he might finally crack and say two sentences in a row.”

The table chuckled again, testing the waters. Only Hime dared to really push him.

Xander walked to his seat — directly across from her. The distance between them felt electric, like a tightrope ready to snap.

As he sat, his eyes met hers. Calm. Unblinking. Heavy.

Hime smirked and tilted her head.

“You know, with that deep voice and all that broody silence… you give off serious virgin energy.”

The table erupted. Laughter, choked drinks, smothered coughs. Sira nearly fell off her chair, cackling.

“Oh my god, unnie, stop—he’s gonna kill us!”

Hime leaned on the table with her chin in her hand, eyes glinting.

“Tell me, Xander. Thirty-three years old, richer than God, scary mafia boss... but have you ever actually gotten laid, or are you saving yourself for Jesus?”

“Virgin Xander,” one boss muttered under his breath, setting the room ablaze again.

But Xander didn’t laugh. Didn’t even blink. He just leaned back in his chair, watching her with that same unreadable expression.

Finally, he spoke. His voice was so deep, it slid across the table like a blade against stone:

“...If I were a virgin, Hime, you wouldn’t be able to walk right now.”

The laughter died.

Every head snapped toward him. The smug aura shattered, replaced with a thick silence.

And Hime—

For once, her smirk twitched. Just for a second.

Sira slapped a hand over her mouth, whisper-squealing: “OH. MY. GOD.”

Xander’s lips didn’t curl, his tone didn’t waver. He simply reached for his glass, calm as if he hadn’t just silenced a room of mafia kings with one line.

Hime exhaled, crossing her arms with a half-laugh, trying to recover her throne.

“Tch. Cocky bastard. Don’t think I’ll forget that one.”

But inside, her pulse was louder than the city outside.

They had met before. Everyone knew it. Nobody said it.

And tonight, the game had begun again.

🖤 End of Chapter 1 🖤

Let’s roll straight from where we left off:

---

The silence from Xander’s burn still lingered like smoke. Some bosses were still choking back laughter, others still staring at him like they’d just seen a lion speak in perfect Korean.

Hime leaned back, swirling her champagne like nothing had happened.

“Tch. Fine. You win that round, big guy.”

Before the tension could break again, the glass doors swung open.

A man strode in — expensive navy suit, glossy shoes, wristwatch blinding with diamonds. He moved like he owned the skyscraper (which, technically, he did).

Mr. Baek.

The chairman. The one who called them all here.

Everyone’s mood immediately soured. Some bosses groaned openly, others sighed like children forced into detention.

Hime didn’t even bother hiding it. She dropped her head onto the table with a loud thunk.

“Finally. Jesus Christ, Baek. Do you know what time it is? Some of us have lives.”

Sira patted her back like she was a fainting queen. “Unnie’s right. We could’ve been drinking at the lounge instead of waiting here listening to old men cough.”

One of the smug bosses added, “No offense, but my time costs more per hour than your car, Baek. What was the point of this?”

Mr. Baek smiled tightly, ignoring them. “You’re all here because a new syndicate has been moving into Seoul. We’ve had… disruptions.”

Groans. Eye rolls. Someone even muttered “disruptions my ass” under their breath.

Hime sat up just to wave her hand dramatically.

“Wow. You dragged me out of bed, put me in heels, and made me sit in a room full of testosterone just to say ‘competition exists’? Congratulations, genius.”

The table chuckled again, riding her sarcasm.

Sira leaned forward, voice loud enough to cut through the chatter. “Wait, wait—lemme guess. You called all of us here to work together, right? Some cheesy ‘unite the families’ crap?”

Mr. Baek’s smile faltered. “…Yes. For the stability of our—”

“BORING,” Hime interrupted instantly, stretching like a cat.

“Please. If you wanted teamwork, you should’ve sent us all to summer camp, not a skyscraper.”

Even the smug bosses cracked up at that, some slapping the table.

But Xander didn’t laugh. He sat there, cold, sipping whiskey like he was the only adult in a room of rowdy kids.

Still, when he finally spoke, his deep voice cut through the chaos:

“Baek. If you called me here for a pep talk, I’ll leave now. You don’t need me for bedtime stories.”

The room froze again.

Xander’s aura wasn’t loud like Hime’s — it was heavy. When he spoke, it felt like law.

Baek tried to cover his irritation with another smile. “Mr. Volkov, your influence is essential. Surely, you understand—”

“I understand,” Xander interrupted flatly, “that if you waste my time again, your company will no longer exist.”

The smug bosses howled. Not out of joy — out of sheer chaos energy. They loved when someone roasted Baek.

Hime clapped slowly, eyes glinting.

“Ooooh. Look at you, Xander. Speaking full sentences now. Careful — keep this up and I might start thinking you’re fun.”

Sira whispered just loud enough for everyone to hear: “Or not a virgin.”

The table erupted again.

Baek slammed his hand on the table. “Enough!”

But no one listened. The bosses kept laughing, Hime leaned smugly against Sira’s shoulder, and Xander just sat there, calm, sipping his drink like a storm waiting to break.

The night was far from over.

---

🖤 End Scene 🖤

---

Baek’s outburst barely scratched the room’s thick veil of arrogance. The bosses were too entertained, the alcohol too strong, the night too long.

Hime twirled her glass lazily, eyes half-lidded as if bored of this whole charade.

“Baek-ah, next time you wanna waste our time, at least book a spa. I could be getting a facial right now instead of watching your hairline recede.”

The table howled. Sira clutched her stomach from laughing too hard.

Baek’s jaw clenched, but he swallowed it down. He couldn’t lash out—not here, not when everyone was watching.

That was the thing about Hime. She mocked, teased, cussed, and everyone laughed with her. No one could quite figure out why she held such sway—why her presence, despite her height and her smugness, commanded the table.

No one… except Sira.

Because Sira knew the truth: Hime was an Omega.

One of the rarest in existence.

A secret hidden under silk and sarcasm.

If anyone else in this room—these Alphas, these predators—found out? She’d be swarmed. Claimed. Reduced.

But Hime never let them see it. She was too sharp, too smug, too untouchable. She blurred the line so perfectly that even the strongest Alphas dismissed her as just another arrogant heiress with too much money and not enough fear.

Everyone… except maybe one.

Across the table, Xander sat silent. His whiskey untouched now, his eyes steady on her.

The weight of his gaze wasn’t like the others’. He didn’t leer. He didn’t smirk. He simply watched, as if he smelled something in the air no one else did.

Hime met his stare and smirked wider, masking the flicker of unease in her chest.

“What?” she teased. “Don’t tell me I’ve left the big bad wolf speechless.”

The table chuckled again, but softer this time. There was something heavy in the silence between them.

Finally, Xander’s voice rumbled, low, velvet-dark:

“…You talk too much, Hime.”

She tilted her head, lips curling.

“And you brood too much. Looks like we’re both fucked, huh?”

Sira slapped the table, cackling. “UNNIEEEE.”

The tension snapped back into laughter, but Sira caught it—the flash in Hime’s eyes, the way her hand tightened around her glass.

Because when Xander spoke, for a second… her instincts had screamed.

Alpha.

Not just any Alpha—one who could ruin her carefully built mask with a single move.

She swallowed it down, smirk sharp as ever, pretending nothing was wrong.

“Anyways,” she drawled, leaning back, “Baek. Wrap this shit up. My shoes cost more than your office, and they’re starting to hurt.”

The other bosses laughed, clinking glasses, mocking Baek openly now. The chaos of the room was uncontainable.

But Xander didn’t laugh. He sat in silence, watching her like he already knew the secret she swore no one would ever uncover.

---

🖤 End Scene (continued) 🖤

---

UGHHHH ITS TOO SHORT DARNNNNNNNNNNÑNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN.

ahh let me send!!!!oh finallyy