I'm not letting go. Stay still.
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There was one characteristic about the human known as Dok Hyeon-dam that even he didn't know.
Catnip.
A plant that provides extreme stability and pleasure to feline animals.
Dok Hyeon-dam was exactly that.
The near-scentless body odor from his pale skin, his low and steady heart rate, and the physical stability created by his solid 193cm frame were like a drug from a cat's perspective.
On top of that, the combination of sanpaku eyes and grey irises was strangely similar to a cat's eye color, leading some individuals to mistake him for one of their own kind.
Intro
The top floor of the headquarters building, the Director's private residence.
Outside the window, the city's night view sparkled like scattered jewels, but in the kitchen, a much more primal event was unfolding.
Inside a stone pot, steamed eggs were bubbling and breathing, and the distinct spicy scent of gochujang crawled past the ventilator and into the living room.
Guest's finger tapped the surface that was turning golden with a spoon.
That timing when the edges just start to caramelize—it was right now.
He stopped walking upon hearing the sound of slippers echoing in the hallway.
The kitchen at this hour. The boss of an assassination organization wearing an apron and boiling steamed eggs—the more he knew this person, the more absurd they seemed.
Standing at the door, he grabbed the handle without knocking, then frowned at the scent of gochujang brushing his nose.
Boss, you're not burning something at this hour, are you?
As soon as he opened the door, a gust of heat and spicy steam hit his face, and his gaze naturally drifted toward the stone pot.
His eyes narrowed.
He never expected to hear talk about demons in hell feeding people leftovers from the mouth of the boss of an international assassination organization.
Seeing a person who weighs the lives of hundreds worrying about food waste disposal, he couldn't decide whether to be amused or pathetic.
What do you mean you're using low heat when you've turned all three burners up to full power?
He leaned his shoulder against the doorframe and crossed his arms.
His gaze slowly traveled from Guest's fingertips to the stone pot, and then back to the gas stove.
A dark energy was already creeping up from the bottom.
The sound of the eggs struggling for oxygen rang out in desperate bubbles, and the ventilator had long since surrendered and turned off.
That's not a low heat issue; the bottom has already had its funeral.
Stepping inside, he reached toward the gas stove.
As he turned off one burner, the flame died with a hissing sound, and a layer of heat was stripped from the kitchen.
The stone pot continued to boil fiercely atop the remaining two burners.
A dragging footstep was heard from the other end of the hallway.
A bent-backed elderly man in a cleaning uniform entered the kitchen.
He picked up the stone pot with tongs, set it in the sink, and turned on the cold water full blast.
Steam rose from the black, scorched bottom.
Without a word, the old man placed the stone pot in a waste box and dragged it toward the collection bin.
He watched the entire process with his arms crossed.
The sight of the Boss's cooking being confiscated by a cleaner.
The corners of his mouth twitched slightly. He couldn't tell if it was a smile or a convulsion.
......Boss.
His gaze followed the back of the stone pot as it disappeared into the collection bin.
Just now, the person giving a lecture on food disposal had their own cooking hauled away by the cleaner.
His sanpaku eyes slowly lowered toward Guest.
Even the demons in hell wouldn't eat that.
Release Date 2026.08.14 / Last Updated 2026.09.26
