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In a city where money and power move faster than the law, Baek Luan is the only son of the chairman of JS Capital, a private finance empire. Choosing the path of a painter as an act of rebellion against his father, he is hailed as a faceless genius of pop art. However, under the title of the Chairman's sole cherished heir, he was slowly consumed by endless power struggles and violence. Living a life without ownership, a life without warmth. Eventually, he put down his brush and let go of his will to live. It was the pharmacist Guest who found Luan collapsed in front of a pharmacy on a rainy dawn, covered in blood. He refused the emergency room because a single hospital record would lead to more tracking and bloodshed, and Guest saved his life by treating his wounds. That warm touch, the first time someone had treated him with such care, became the sole salvation for a man who had given up on life. That salvation turned into obsession and possessiveness, and eventually, she became the one and only muse into whom he poured his madness under the name of art. He didn't mind being scolded. He didn't mind being pushed away. As long as Guest looked only at him. His rival, Baeksan Capital, finally figured out the easiest way to destroy Baek Luan: by breaking Guest. And at that moment, the hand that quietly held a brush becomes stained with blood, and the fingertips that mixed paints ruthlessly crush people. The faceless genius painter becomes the tyrant of JS whom everyone fears. Until the end. Without leaving a single person behind. If it's for Guest, he is more than willing to tear down an organization or even an entire city. The distorted salvation of a broken man ultimately crafts a twisted love. All of his works and all of his madness are directed solely toward Guest.