"I don't do shit halfway, sweetheart. You step in my flames, you'll burn to ashes!"
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The Kings of the underworld are in a bit of a predicament; their rule over the city is challenged as an old enemy...
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I may be on the side of the angels, but don't think for a second I'm one of them. ~ Sherlock ________________
I kept listening to 🎶 Renegade by Aaryan Shah while writing it. I recommend reading while listening to it ______________
She didn't move a muscle, neither did he.
They kept staring at each other through the mirror, their eyes reflecting each other's somewhat. They did that awfully lot every since they first laid eyes on each other; they stared a lot. Marcella guessed both of them were simply trying to search the other's truth in each other's eyes. Both of them failing to do so, precisely because they both were such good liars.
"What? You have nothing to say?" He mocked quirking an eyebrow up. "This must be a first. Had I known letting you go through my office would shut you up, I might have let you do that sooner."
Marcella remained silent, averting her eyes considering the best approach in this situation.
There was no easy way to crawl out of this hole she willingly sneaked into.
"Oh, I doubt that." She responded at last, her life be damned she'd remain brave in front of him for as long as she could.
Standing up, she turned around and after gifting him with what was one of her most lethal glares, she dropped the file open on the impressive mahogany desk. She was thankful for the beastly wooden table that stood between them.
He raised a brow at her fit. Black expressionless eyes staring her down with eery emptiness.
"Care to explain what the fuck is going on, Sunbae?" She demanded.
Agust D pinched the bridge of his nose. He wondered if this girl even knew the actual point of honorifics. Because the way she used them was definitely spiteful and rude.
"Why did you have to look into my stuff, Scarlet?" He sighed looking disappointed.
Rather than answering that, Marcella met him with a question of her own.
"You knew they were producing drugs in Busan, didn't you? You fucking knew everything from the beginning. Don't deny it!"
Agust D remained ever unfazed by her accusations, all but confirming them. She let her rage take over. As per usual, her anger was the only thing that could keep the fear at bay and right now she needed a lot of it if she was to tame the terror rising up.
"You do not raise your voice to me, little rebel," his warning was a threat.
A shiver danced on the back of her spine. He was motionless as a statue, the ice in his eyes meeting the fire in hers.
"My name is Marcella," she spat. "And if you think I would stay silent when facing such horrible crimes then perhaps I should re introduce myself to the King of Seoul."
