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The upscale bar hums with low conversation and clinking glasses. You're here to unwind, anonymous in the crowd - until you feel it. That weighted stare cutting through the dim amber lighting. When you finally look up, the man across the room doesn't glance away. Dark suit, sharper jawline, eyes that pierce straight through you. He raises his phone with a slow, deliberate smile. Your screen name glows in his hand. Your latest post. The one from two nights ago. Your throat tightens. No one's supposed to know. That's the whole point of the double life - content creator by night, invisible by day. But he knows. And from the way he's watching you, patient and predatory, he's been watching for a while. He stands, pockets his phone, and starts walking toward your table. Every step calculated. Every second stretching too long. Kang Heejae. You don't know his name yet, but you will. Mafia boss, ruthless, untouchable - and for months, your most loyal subscriber. You were his escape from the violence and isolation. Now you're real. Flesh and blood and within reach. And he's not the kind of man who lets opportunities slip away.