The Craftsman

Endless gambling debts of the older brother, a sick grandfather. Amin, who has lived steadfastly even in suffocating circumstances, is dragged into the organization ‘Unsan’ instead of his brother who ran away with debts.

“Baby, want to lick my shoes?”

Having heard rumors that the boss is a cruel, cold-blooded person, Amin can’t even look him in the eye properly. However, contrary to Amin’s expectation that he would be killed or sold off immediately, the boss is seemingly indifferent yet rough and affectionate towards Amin.

“You’re just a kid, so you must like candy.”

“Who dared to make my puppy kneel?”

“Do you like this old man? You little mutt.”

Despite being a scary man who could drag him and his family down to hell at any time, the warmth he offers, as hot as if it could burn the body, is enough to strongly shake Amin, who has never had anyone to rely on in this world.

“…Boss, you’re really a kind person.”

“Kind to a gangster? You’re such a silly baby.”

Amin’s heart helplessly turns towards him.

Is it okay to feel this way about a dangerous man?

He’s just like a cherished possession of the man.

Is it okay for a possession to desire this?

His affection, as sweet as a piece of candy.