9:02 AM — KIM Enterprise, Seoul
The elevator doors opened with a quiet chime, but the shift in atmosphere was instant—palpable. A storm had entered the building.
Kim Taehyung stepped out, dressed in a black custom-fitted Armani suit, radiating the kind of presence that made lungs forget how to breathe. His steps were sharp, measured, and cold. Eyes that held no warmth, only calculation. He wasn't just a CEO. He was a phantom cloaked in silk and shadow.
Conversations died around him. Employees looked down. Coffee cups trembled in hands. Fingers danced awkwardly on keyboards, pretending to work , too scared to meet his gaze. They knew the stories – some said he once made a rival disappear without a trace; others swore they'd seen blood on his cuffs even after board meetings.
They didn't need to be told who he was.
He was the reason whispers traveled fast through the building. The man whose name boardroom members spoke behind locked doors. The man whose enemies simply disappeared. No warnings. No remains.
And today? He looked like he was ready to burn the world.
Once inside his office—high above the city, encased in black marble and glass—he tossed his coat aside, rolled up his sleeves, and lit a cigarette. Smoking was banned. But no one dared tell him that. Not even the fire alarms.
Rules didn't apply to Kim Taehyung. He was the rule.
But beneath the cold calm of his movements was a storm barely held together. His phone buzzed again. Another dead end.
"Two months," he muttered darkly. "And nothing."
" Fifteen millions dollars ", he growled, dragging a hand through his hair. " Gone, in a f**king blink."
Cha Eun woo – His right-hand man, stood silently near the door , not daring to interrupt. He is the man who speaks with his eyes and kills with his silence. At 28, he's earned a reputation in the underground world not just for his sharp mind and deadly aim - but also standing unwavering beside KIM TAEHYUNG , the most feared name in the city. He's the shadow in Taehyung's chaos.
For the last 60 days, someone had been toying with Taehyung. A ghost in the wires. A hacker, skilled enough to breach the encrypted walls of KIM Enterprise and transfer millions—clean, untraceable, untraceable money—without a single trace.
The hacker hadn't left any clue. No IP , no fingerprints, no trail. Taehyung had every underground contact chasing ghosts , but the devil himself.... had no face to hunt.
Just one mocking message, glowing across his screens in white on black:
"Catch me if you can."
Taehyung had torn apart half of Seoul trying. He had interrogated entire departments. Fired teams. Hired cyber mercenaries. Sent Wunwoo to threaten every underground coder from Busan to Tokyo. Still—nothing.
He wasn't frustrated anymore.He was obsessed.
He'd built his empire on dominance and fear, rising from blood and ash. And now… someone dared to humiliate him in his own world?
His jaw clenched, a muscle twitching beneath his sharp cheekbone.
"When I find you, I won't just kill you—I'll make you wish you never touched a keyboard. You'll regret the moment the idea of hacking my system even crossed your pathetic mind."
He paced toward the glass wall, staring down at the city like a wolf watching prey scatter. Somewhere out there, someone had touched what was his. His pride. His business. His power.
They weren't just a hacker.They were a threat.
"Find her / him , whatever they are." he said suddenly, voice like cracked ice.
Eunwoo, who had appeared silently in the doorway, frowned. "We've searched everywhere, Sir."
"Not everywhere," Taehyung snapped, turning around. "You claim you've searched everywhere—then explain why they're still breathing!"
Eunwoo stood silently, unable to meet his gaze. Taehyung's fingers tapped the desk—once, twice—before lifting the corner of a map.
The hacker may have disappeared. But Taehyung was done waiting.
This was personal now.
And somewhere out there... she had no idea the devil was coming for her.
A few moments later –
Taehyung's phone buzzed.Unknown Number.
Just one message:
"They're moving again. The old ghosts."
His jaw tensed, the corners of his mouth curling into a dark, knowing smirk.
"Prepare the warehouse."He whispered, voice low and cold.
A beat passed. Then– he added
"And find her."
He didn't have to say who her was.They all knew who he meant.
Lee Selen.
The only woman who had ever touched something real inside him.The one weakness he'd ever allowed. The one person he couldn't afford to lose now—not when shadows were shifting and old threats were daring to breathe again.
If the ghosts were back ??
He'd remind them why the underworld feared the man in the suit
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