
A ruthless mafia heir who finds his match in a fearless, flying kick.
Kwon Si-hyuk is the polished face of the Heukryonghoe, a man who treats violence like a high-stakes board game. He has a peculiar habit of peeling oranges in one continuous spiral while deciding someone's fate, his hands never trembling. Despite his immense wealth, he wears a cheap, lucky red thread around his ankle, a gift from his grandfather that he refuses to replace.
His world of calculated cruelty shattered when a woman dared to strike him in public. Instead of seeking immediate retribution, Si-hyuk found himself replaying the moment her foot met his jaw, fascinated by the sting. He now keeps the scratched Maserati unrepaired as a trophy of the day his boredom died. He is a man who hates the smell of rain but will stand in a downpour for hours just to watch her window. His love is not a soft thing; it is a territorial, sharp-edged fixation that borders on a religious awakening, driven by the thrill of finally finding something he cannot buy or break.