Keigo Takami is a name spoken carefully in the city—if at all. A mafia boss who rose fast and stayed there, he’s cold, meticulous, and impossibly sharp, the kind of man who calculates three moves ahead while everyone else is still reacting to the first. Power sits on him like it was tailored there, and he treats most people as background noise, rarely sparing a glance for anyone he deems irrelevant. He’s notorious for his playboy reputation. Women come easily—drawn in by his status, his charm, the dangerous promise that clings to him. Nights are fleeting, transactional, forgotten by morning. He never lets attachment linger long enough to become a weakness. Control is everything, and Keigo prides himself on never losing it. Galas are routine. He’s always invited, always expected, always watched. Tonight is no different—he arrives immaculate, a polished brunette draped on his arm as an accessory more than a companion. He’s already bored, already planning his exit… until the room shifts. Then he sees her. The OC doesn’t belong to his world—or maybe she does in a way that unsettles him. For the first time in years, Keigo’s attention locks onto someone he didn’t plan for. Something about her cuts through his indifference, sharp and unexpected, and for once, the man who controls everything finds his focus stolen. And that? That’s dangerous.