The music in The Midnight Club was like a heartbeat, loud and wild. Koo kept dancing on the podium, her body moving like flowing water. But her eyes were no longer for the crowd. They were only for one man: Kim Taehyung, sitting in his dark booth.

He watched her like a wolf, his dark eyes following her every move. He sipped his drink slowly, his face unreadable. His men stood around him, stiff and alert, their eyes scanning the room for any threat.

Koo felt a thrill run through her. He was interested. Now, she had to make him obsessed.

She decided to be bold. Very bold.

Slowly, she stepped down from the podium. The crowd cheered, but she ignored them. She started walking, swaying her hips from side to side in an exaggerated, hypnotic rhythm. Her eyes were locked on Taehyung. She was walking straight towards his table.

A hush fell over the people nearby. They could feel the danger in the air. Taehyung's men immediately stiffened. Their hands moved subtly, ready to pull out their guns. One of them took a step forward to block her path.

But then, Taehyung raised a single finger. A tiny, almost invisible signal.

Stop.

His men froze and moved back, but their tense postures remained.

Koo didn't stop. She walked right up to the booth. Without a word, without asking for permission, she turned around and sat down on Taehyung's lap, straddling him.

The entire section of the club seemed to gasp. No one had ever been so brazen with the mafia leader. He was a man everyone feared. But here was this dancer, sitting on him like he was her throne.

Even Taehyung himself was stunned for a second. His eyes widened just a little, surprise flashing across his face before it was replaced by cool amusement.

Koo didn't give him time to speak. She started grinding on him slowly, feeling the hard muscle of his thighs beneath her. She leaned close, her lace bra almost brushing his chest, and put her lips near his ear.

"You've been staring all night," she purred, her voice dripping with fake sweetness and desire. "I thought you might want a closer look."

Taehyung didn't push her away. Instead, a slow, dangerous smirk spread across his lips. His hand, which had been resting on the seat, moved. He placed his large, warm hand directly on her bare, juicy ass, squeezing it firmly, possessively.

A sharp, unexpected moan escaped Koo's lips. It was real. His touch was electric, sending a jolt of pure sensation through her body. She hoped he thought it was all an act.

"You're very bold for a little mouse," he said, his voice a low, rough rumble against her ear.

"I'm not a mouse," Koo whispered back, grinding on him a little more. "I'm a cat. I like to play."

He squeezed her ass again, harder this time. "What's your name?"

"Koo," she said, trailing a finger down his chest. "Just Koo."

"And where are you from, Just Koo?" he asked, his eyes searching hers, looking for lies.

"Busan," she said, using the backstory she had memorized. She pouted. "It's so boring there. I came here for some... excitement." She rolled her hips to emphasize her point. "And money, of course."

Taehyung watched her, his gaze sharp and intelligent. He was testing her, and she knew she had to be perfect.

After a few more minutes of her grinding and their quiet, flirty talk, Taehyung glanced at his watch. It was time for him to leave.

He looked back at her, his hand still firmly on her ass. "What's your price for a night?" he asked, his tone blunt and business-like.

Koo leaned back, pretending to be offended. She put on a perfect pout. "I don't sleep with men for money," she said, her nose in the air. Then she leaned forward again, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered in her most flirty voice, "But with you... I'll sleep for free."

That got a real reaction. Taehyung's smirk returned, wider this time. It was a smile of a predator who had just been offered his favorite prey on a silver platter.

In one smooth, powerful motion, he lifted her off his lap and stood up, his hand never leaving her ass. He kept her pressed close to his side.

"Let's go," he said, not to her, but to his men.

He didn't wait for an answer. He started walking towards the exit, his men quickly forming a protective circle around them. Koo walked with him, his large hand possessively squeezing her bare flesh with every step. The entire club watched in stunned silence as the feared mafia boss walked out with the new dancer, her body tucked tightly against his.

Koo's heart was pounding. Step one was a success. She was in. But as she felt his strong hand on her skin, a small, nervous part of her wondered: who was really hunting who?