Fearless in the presence of the devil

“Can I pass?” Kon asked in a calm voice.

“You—”

“It's okay. I will take it from here.” The devil who has got tired of watching his men make a fool of themselves decided to take matters into his hands.

He knew if he does nothing, they will end up arguing with the boy until morning.

“Okay, boss.” The men bowed to the devil before they left, with their hearts feeling heavy for the poor boy who doesn't know what he has got himself into.

“Do you—” Kon turned, intent on giving the so-called devil peace of his mind. However, the words in his throat froze when he saw the handsome man standing a distance from him.

To call the devil Handsome will be an understatement of the century.

The devil was more than handsome, with his chiselled jaw, and too-bright green eyes that seemed as if it was trying to suck everyone in.

His black hair glistened in the dark, and it seemed to accentuate his features.

However, that wasn't what caught Kon's attention.

It was the scar on the side of his face. The scar