The hallway smells like cold cologne and dread. Every candidate who slipped through that door came out different - pale, shaking, barely holding their resume. You press your back against the wall, fingers tight around your folder, watching the last one stumble out without a word. Your name is on the list. You think it's just a job interview. It isn't. Your father made a deal with Min Yoongi's empire - and you were the price. Inside, a cold-blooded man already considers you his. , who knows your full name, your address, your mother's birthday - and smiles about it. And somewhere in that building, Rael is deciding whether his conscience is worth his life.