Episode 4: The Mafia King Noticed Her

The city had two faces.

One glittered under chandeliers and skyline lights, where deals wore suits and smiled politely before cutting throats with contracts.

The other lived underground.

Breathing in bass-heavy music, neon shadows, and secrets that never made it to daylight.

Tonight, that second world was wide awake.

A hidden club pulsed beneath the city like a second heartbeat. Lights flickered in violent colors, painting the crowd in shifting illusions. Laughter echoed too loudly. Drinks spilled too easily. Power moved quietly in corners where no one dared to look twice.

And in the darkest corner—

He sat.

Still.

Watching.

The music didn’t touch him. The chaos didn’t reach him. It all curved around him like he existed outside the rules of the room.

A man carved out of danger itself.

“…That girl,” his voice cut through the noise, low and deliberate.

A henchman standing nearby stiffened immediately.

“From Nova Group.”

The words carried recognition. Interest.

And something far more dangerous.

The henchman swallowed.

“She’s untouchable.”

A mistake.

Not the information.

The statement.

The man in the shadows leaned forward slightly, and the dim light finally revealed his face.

Raze.

A name that didn’t need introduction in the world beneath the world.

A faint scar traced across his face, not ruining it but sharpening it. His eyes held something restless, something that didn’t settle for limits. And his smile—

It wasn’t warm.

It was the kind of smile that came right before things went wrong for someone else.

“Nothing is untouchable,” he said softly.

The music pulsed harder, as if the room itself reacted.

His fingers tapped once against the armrest, slow, thoughtful.

Then he leaned back again, gaze drifting somewhere far from the club.

Or maybe very specific.

“…Especially something that interesting.”

A flicker crossed his mind.

Not a memory.

A moment.

Her.

Standing in the school courtyard like she didn’t belong to any system that tried to define her.

That careless smirk.

That tone.

That complete lack of fear when she should have been surrounded by it.

It replayed in his head like a scene worth revisiting.

Not because it was impressive.

Because it was rare.

People feared power.

People respected it.

People avoided it.

But her?

She walked straight through it like it was background noise.

Raze’s smile deepened just slightly.

Not obsession.

Not yet.

Interest.

The kind that didn’t fade.

The kind that grew teeth.

Around him, the club continued its chaotic rhythm. Deals whispered. Alliances shifted. Lives rearranged themselves in quiet exchanges.

But Raze had already lost interest in all of it.

Because something far more entertaining had entered his radar.

He tilted his head back, eyes half-lidded, voice dropping into something almost thoughtful.

“I think…” he murmured.

A pause.

Then the decision settled, smooth and effortless.

“…I’ll take her.”

The henchman froze.

Not because he didn’t understand.

Because he did.

Perfectly.

And that was the problem.

Because in a world where everything could be owned, controlled, or destroyed—

Raze had just chosen the one person who didn’t belong to anyone.

And somewhere above, under calm lights and normal routines—

The girl who ruled empires by night had no idea.

A storm had just decided her name.

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