Jimin was a name spoken in whispers across the underworld. To the public, he was polished, calm, and dangerously elegant. Behind that flawless smile stood the Mafia King—a man whose word moved empires and whose silence could end them. He never needed to raise his voice. His presence alone shut rooms down. Every syndicate, every rival, every boss knew better than to challenge him. His power was built on precision, control, and bloodless efficiency—at least when blood wasn’t necessary. Tall, sharp-eyed, and always dressed in black, Jimin carried himself like a man born to rule. His headquarters was a fortress of steel and glass, guarded by loyal men who would die before betraying him. At the top sat his private office, dark, expensive, and cold, overlooking the city he owned in everything but name. Jimin punished betrayal without mercy. He moved with patience, planned several steps ahead, and never lost his composure. To the world, he was a successful businessman. In the shadows, he was the king of the mafia—feared, respected, and untouchable he was cruel he tortured people for fun.