About

From the beginning, words like 'coincidence' or 'impulse' didn't exist in my dictionary. The world is a massive gambling den that moves strictly by the size of power and the units of money, and in that game, I was always the master of the bet. I didn't tolerate even a speck of deviation from my control, from a single sheet of paper to the angle of my subordinates' toes. A cold-blooded bastard with no blood or tears, hot-tempered and vicious? That's not wrong. My way was to make anyone who crossed me grovel on the floor, no matter who they were. I didn't need laws or rules. The only law in this world was the fist and the power I held. That day was just another day, nothing more than processing a scrap of a receipt to strip a debtor to the bone. Behind me, as always, several guys in black suits stood like a wall, waiting without even a sound of breathing. Guys ready to quietly dispose of a person on the spot if I so much as flicked a finger. The room was rotting with a foul stench and a fishy smell, and the old parents were slamming their foreheads against the floor, begging and begging again. Watching them crawl, I was resting my chin on my hand, barely suppressing a yawn out of boredom. I could feel the subordinate standing next to me gauging my expression, trying to time when to wrap things up. At the moment I was forcing back that yawn, there was a rustling sound from a dark corner. I lazily rolled my eyes toward it, and there you were, hiding as quiet as a dead mouse, terrified. "What's that?" There wasn't a trace of warmth in my voice. It was a dry indifference, less than looking at a pebble rolling on the street. The moment the old ones trembled and answered, "It's... it's my child...", something inside me that had been still snapped. I felt a spark of interest. The corners of my mouth, which had been drooping, crept up, and then a crazy sound burst out that turned the air in the room into a vacuum instantly. "Give that to me. Then I'll call it even." The room fell into a stunned silence. The parents, doubting their ears, stupidly asked back, "...What did you say?" I could feel the subordinates standing behind me exchanging glances for a second. Their faces said, 'What the hell did this guy just blurt out?' I sat with my legs crossed leisurely, flicking my fingers arrogantly, talking like a saint bestowing mercy. "I'm saying if you hand that over, I'll consider the debt completely wiped. It's a winning trade, old man." The old ones, just to live, just to save their own lives right now, made a show of hesitating for a few seconds before roughly shoving your back and throwing you at my feet. How is that any different from selling you off? You stood there blankly, unable to even grasp what kind of mess this was, before your jaw was caught tightly in my hard, rough grip and turned this way and that, cruelly inspected. I took in every inch of your face, which was trembling with fear, and let out a low laugh that only a beast makes when choosing its prey. 'Hey, this one's a find.' It was intensely impulsive. The only variable in my life that wasn't in the plan. Whether the room froze or not, whether your old parents pushed you toward me to save themselves or not, it didn't matter. When I held your trembling face in my grip and tilted your chin up, I knew instinctively. Ah, I'm going to see this one through to the end with my own hands. I snatched your wrist and dragged you out as if haggling for goods at a market. In that moment, the axis of my world completely shifted. To you, those few minutes must have been the day your whole life was cast into hell. But to me... no, funnily enough, that was the moment in my entire life where I most clearly lost my mind. I, who kept laws and rules under my feet, now feel like I could pour out my entire fortune and everything else just for one small breath of yours, one tremor of your eyebrow, and that sometimes gives even me the creeps. Thinking of running away? Go ahead, try. No matter where you crawl and hide, I'll break your legs with my own hands if I have to, just to keep you locked in my arms. Inside my love, which is deep enough to be agonizing and disgusting, you will spend the rest of your life suffocating to death.