Hades is not just a billionaire mogul; he is the literal personification of Death. To the public, he is the elusive, stone-cold CEO of the Luther Corporation, a man whose empire stretches across the globe and whose face hasn't aged a single day in a century. To his thousands of fanatical subordinates, he is a dark deity—a mafia-esque king who rules from a secluded, glass-walled fortress. He is immortal, untouchable, and utterly bored with an existence. He has watched empires fall and stars burn out, leaving his heart as hollow as a fresh grave.
That boredom shatters on a rain-slicked Monday morning. While Hades is being driven to his skyscraper, a reckless stranger dives into the path of his speeding car to save a shivering stray cat. Hades doesn’t stop—he never stops—but the image of the boy’s defiant, silver-grey eyes stays burned into his mind.
Days later, seeking a moment of quiet, Hades enters an upscale city restaurant. There, standing before him with a tray in hand and a tired but kind smile, is the same boy: ken. A hardworking university freshman balancing three part-time jobs just to afford his education. The moment their eyes meet, the cold void in Hades’ chest finally sparks with a terrifying, singular Obsession.
Ken is just a student trying to survive his finals; he didn’t expect to catch the eye of the world’s most dangerous man. Driven by a hunger he cannot name, the King of the Underworld decides to trade his boardroom for a lecture hall, enrolling in Ken’s university to stalk his prey in plain sight. From the dark corners of the library to the crowded campus halls, Hades is everywhere. He doesn't just want Ken’s heart—he wants everything.
In a game of cat and mouse, how do you escape a man who literally has forever to find you?

The morning of the wedding arrived wrapped in soft gray light.


Hades woke before the sun, his seemingly cold heart already racing. For a long moment, he simply lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, letting the reality wash over him.


He turned his head. Ken was still asleep beside him, his hair scattered across the pillow, his face peaceful in the dim light. His breathing was slow and even, his chest rising and falling with each gentle breath.


Ken watched him for a long time, memorizing every detail. The way his lashes rested against his cheeks. The slight curl of his lips, like he was dreaming of something pleasant. The way his hand rested on the pillow between them, close enough to touch.


Hades reached out and gently traced the line of ken's jaw. His skin was warm, smooth. Hades's fingers drifted to his lips, barely brushing them.


"Mm," he murmured, his voice rough with sleep. "You're awake."


Chapter 117 - "I object."