LOGINLance is just a normal college student or at least he tries to be. He balances being the star player of his university basketball team, keeping up with classes, and spending time with his girlfriend, Ylva, a beautiful girl with secrets he doesn’t fully understand. At the same time, he is weighed down by the debt his late father left behind, struggling every day just to keep his life together. Everything changes when his little sister, Tamera, is kidnapped by brutal loan sharks. Desperate and terrified, Lance digs deeper and learns the truth: the man behind the kidnapping isn’t just some random gangster. It’s Ragnar, Ylva’s father, a feared mafia boss with a reputation for cruelty. With no other options left, Lance is forced into a deal he never imagined. To save his sister, he agrees to work directly under Ragnar. What starts as fear, anger, and survival slowly becomes something more complicated. As Lance is pulled deeper into the criminal world, he begins to see sides of Ragnar he never expected. In the middle of danger and violence, a forbidden connection forms between them, one that threatens everything Lance thought he knew about love, loyalty, and who he really is.
View MoreThe estate was mostly quiet by the time Lance came back.Rain had started sometime after midnight, water sliding down the massive windows in thin streams while the guards outside rotated shifts under the dim courtyard lights. Most of the house had gone still hours ago.Ragnar was still awake.Of course he was.He sat in his office with untouched documents spread across the desk, though his attention hadn’t truly been on work for the last hour. His mind kept circling back to Lance leaving with Marcus earlier that evening.The club.The drinking.Marcus’s idea of relaxation.Ragnar already hated it.A knock came at the office door before it slowly opened.One of the guards stepped in carefully.“Sir… Lance is back.”Ragnar looked up immediately.Something in the guard’s expression made his eyes narrow.“What happened.”“He’s drunk.”A pause.Then the guard added carefully, “Very drunk.”Ragnar exhaled once through his nose before standing.That alone was irritating enough. Lance rarely
Marcus didn’t believe in rest.Not really.To him, a “day off” just meant finding a different kind of violence.The club was loud enough to make thoughts feel distant, bass shaking through the walls and up the floor while lights flashed red and gold across bodies moving too close together. Expensive liquor, expensive perfume, fake laughter. The kind of place filled with people pretending they weren’t dangerous while surrounded by men who actually were.Lance walked beside Marcus through the crowd, hands in his pockets, expression unreadable.Women noticed him immediately.Of course they did.He had changed in five years into something impossible not to stare at. Tall, sharp-faced, scar crossing his eye, tattoos peeking from beneath dark clothes, his presence heavy in a way that made people instinctively look twice even when they shouldn’t.Some looked interested.Some looked nervous.Most looked both.Marcus grinned as they entered the VIP section, one arm thrown lazily over the back
Ragnar’s room was quiet, but unlike the rest of the estate, this silence wasn’t tense.It was suffocating.The kind that pressed against his ribs the longer he sat in it.Rain tapped softly against the windows overlooking the grounds, the dim light from outside spilling faintly across the dark wood of the room. Papers sat abandoned across his desk, untouched for over an hour now. His drink had gone cold beside them.None of it mattered.Because his mind kept circling back to the same person.Lance.Or whatever was left of him.Ragnar leaned back slowly in his chair, fingers pressing against his temple as exhaustion settled deeper into his bones. He rarely allowed himself moments like this. Sitting still meant thinking too much, and thinking too much lately always ended badly.Especially when it came to Lance.He could still see him clearly from earlier.The blood on the corridor floor.The guard choking on his own throat.That grin on Lance’s face after doing it.Oops.Like it was fun
The door clicked shut behind Jungwoo. For a few seconds, he didn’t move. One hand remained on the handle, fingers curled there loosely, as if he could still feel the heat of the room through the wood. The corridor was quiet, long and dimly lit, the kind of silence that usually calmed people. It did nothing for him. His breathing was slower than it should have been. Too measured. Too controlled for what was happening underneath. Then something in his face shifted. The polished amusement he wore so easily cracked at the edges, revealing something sharper beneath it. His eyes darkened, pupils blown wide as the last few minutes replayed themselves with cruel clarity. Lance’s hand around his throat. The sudden force of being driven into the floor. The look in his eyes when he did it. Not hesitation. Not confusion. Something feral. Something that had learned violence so deeply it now lived in his bones. Jungwoo bit down hard on his lower lip. Hard enough to
The next day…Ylva arrived in the afternoon without warning. The hospital room door swung open and she walked in like she owned the place, her presence loud, confident, alive in a way that immediately filled the quiet room.“Lance!” she called the moment she saw him.Before he could even sit up pro
The next evening Mar found Lance sitting alone outside the quarters, on the low concrete wall near the fence. He had a bottle in his hand but wasn’t really drinking, just turning it slowly between his fingers like he was thinking too hard.Mar walked over and stood in front of him for a moment befo
Lance blinked.He felt like he'd been hit with a ton of bricks.Once.Twice.Then he laughed.Not a normal laugh, too quick, too loud, too forced.“What?” he said, still half laughing. “Where the hell did that come from?”Mar didn’t laugh.Didn’t smile.Didn’t even move.He just kept looking at Lan
The sun was slowly sinking behind the walls of the estate, painting the sky in orange and gold.The light stretched across the courtyard, long shadows spilling over the stone floor, everything calm in a way that almost made you forget what kind of place this really was.Lance stood with his hands r












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