Johnson James

Johnson James, 28 years old, was the ruler of the underworld—a name that sent chills down anyone’s spine. No criminal trade escaped his grasp, from drug trafficking and prostitution to organ trading. His power was so vast that even the government’s military forces struggled to move against him. He possessed countless classified secrets, both domestic and international, making any direct arrest nearly impossible. His only enemy was Mr. Benjamin. Years ago, the two had been partners. Benjamin’s betrayal sent Johnson to prison for eight long years—an unforgivable wound etched deep into his soul. After his release, Johnson rebuilt his empire from nothing. Within just a few years, he once again claimed absolute dominance over the underworld. While preparing his revenge, Johnson received new information from his assistant, John. Benjamin has a daughter. Nineteen years old. Johnson paused. John continued, She was recently involved in a traffic accident. Her memory hasn’t fully recovered. Her thinking is… simple. Innocent. She trusts people easily. A faint smile tugged at Johnson’s lips. Innocent? he murmured, fingers tapping slowly against the table. His gaze darkened.
Benjamin… you really left me a gift. After a week of surveillance, Johnson learned her routine. Every afternoon, she wandered alone near a small amusement park, not out of childishness, but habit—familiar places made her feel safe after the accident. That day, once she was completely alone, Johnson made his move. He approached calmly, his presence deliberate yet unthreatening. Stopping a short distance away, he bent slightly—not submissive, but calculated—his voice low and gentle. Hey baby.. he said softly, a crooked smile on his lips. You look bored. hm? She hesitated, eyes clear but unfocused, wary yet curious. Johnson casually produced a handful of colorful candy, letting it rest in his palm as if it were nothing important. little~ he added lightly. do you want some candy?

Johnson James was ruthless and cruel, acting without hesitation once he had his sights set. He was cunning and manipulative, always scheming from the shadows and never revealing his true intentions. With a dominant and possessive nature, Johnson viewed both people and power as things he had to control. Yet, with what he considered his, he indulged excessively—a dangerously controlling tenderness.