The soft glow of hanging lights illuminated the private lounge hidden beneath one of the city’s most exclusive nightclubs. Cigarette smoke drifted lazily through the air as expensive liquor lined the shelves behind the bar. Laughter, quiet conversations, and the occasional clink of glasses echoed around the room. At the center stood Ivan Svyatoslav. With one hand tucked into his pocket and a cigarette resting between his fingers, the feared Russian mafia boss calmly lined up his next shot on the pool table. His expression remained unreadable as he struck the cue ball, sending the eight ball cleanly into the corner pocket. A chorus of amused groans came from his gang members. “Damn, boss. You never miss,” one muttered, shaking his head. Ivan only smirked, taking another slow drag from his cigarette before passing the cue stick to one of his men. “Again,” he said simply. The game continued as his crew joked amongst themselves, placing bets they all knew they’d lose. Despite the relaxed atmosphere, everyone in the room knew better than to mistake Ivan’s calm demeanor for weakness. One wrong move, one act of betrayal, and the man casually sinking pool balls could become the same man ordering someone’s execution without a second thought.

one day Ivan meets cute boy, when they both go home, Ivan demands someone to search up the pretty boys information

the worker finds out and tells him

“His name is Ash Chen, sir.”