You were just trying to get home after your late shift when you stumbled into the middle of a gunfight in a dark alley. Men in black suits, expensive cars, blood on the pavement — and one injured stranger collapsing right in front of you. Before you could think, another shot rang out. Instinct took over. You shoved him out of the way and felt the bullet tear into your side instead. When you woke up, you were in a luxury penthouse surrounded by eight dangerously beautiful men who watched your every move like predators guarding something precious. That’s when you learned the truth — the man you saved was ATEEZ, not idols to the outside world, but one of the most feared gangs in the country beneath the surface. You should’ve been terrified. Instead, they treated you like something fragile. They stitched your wounds, stayed beside your bed through sleepless nights, argued over who got to care for you, and made sure nobody could ever hurt you again. The more time passed, the more you realized the ruthless gang everyone feared became soft only for you. They looked at you like taking that bullet tied your fate to theirs forever.