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?

His voice was low against Ken's cheek. Across the room the hearth popped, orange light jumping over the walls.


"The mortal world was tearing itself apart. Humans burning each other, all in the name of God. But in a small village somewhere in what you'd now call Europe, a practitioner of the old arts was dying."


Ken shifted, propped his chin on Hades' chest so he could look up at him. The god's skin was cool. Always cool. "A witch?"


"A powerful one." His fingers were moving on Ken's shoulder, slow and thoughtless. "Her name got scrubbed from mortal history. She'd spent decades collecting dark knowledge, and when her enemies finally had her cornered she did something that had never been done. Sacrificed her entire coven to drag an anchor of my true essence into the physical realm."


"She summoned Death." Ken said it flat, still catching up. "Like actually made you show up."


Chapter 84 - Fall of Hades: The Witch and the Usurper