A smirk played on Y/N's lips as she leaned in closer to his face, the gap between their lips reduced to mere inches.
With gentle fingers, she caressed his locks, her gaze locked onto his innocent eyes. Jungkook's breath quickened, her mere presence...
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•There existed a fragile charm, capable of stirring unexpected emotions within the depths of her jaded soul•
💕•Chapter Two•💕
The man gingerly placed the unconscious boy upon the grandeur of the overstuffed couch, his throat clearing as he prepared to address the formidable presence that awaited him. He took a deep breath, summoning the courage to speak.
"Queen," he began, his voice a blend of reverence and trepidation, his gaze directed towards the staircase that led to her private chambers. The door swung open, and the echoes of her footsteps reverberated through the opulent hallway. Each click of her high heels against the polished tiles intensified the aura of power that surrounded her.
With an air of supremacy, the feared and revered mafia queen descended the stairs, a glass of crimson wine held delicately in one hand, while the sinfully red lips clasped a cigarette, casting a sultry allure upon her face.
"Well, well, well, hello Agust'D," she declared, her voice rising in pitch, laced with the toxic venom that seeped from the depths of her darkened soul. Her gaze fixed upon him, she exuded an intoxicating combination of beauty and danger, a lethal blend that left men trembling in her wake.
"What brings you here, handsome?" she inquired, her smoky exhales mingling with the mint-flavored smoke that enveloped her. The air thickened with a deadly aura, her presence commanding attention and respect.
Yet, her dangerous brown eyes alighted upon the unknown figure sprawled upon the couch in her lavish lounge, and the man knew all too well that the mafia queen's displeasure was about to manifest.
"Don't you dare tell me you failed to kill him," she seethed, her dark brown eyes ablaze with fury, fixated on her subordinate, who trembled under her gaze. "I killed him, Queen," he stammered, his voice tinged with fear.
"Then who is this?" she demanded, her tone dripping with anger, her words laced with dominance. It was a tone that resonated with everyone who crossed her path, for she was Ye Y/N—the heartless ruler, the merciless mafia queen whose name struck fear into the hearts of all.
Her gaze shifted, landing on the red stain marring the light blue fabric of the boy's jeans. "And why the fuck is he bleeding on my new couch?" she growled, her voice low and foreboding. Her eyes remained fixed on the unconscious figure before her, her impatience simmering beneath her hardened exterior.
She turned her piercing gaze towards her silent subordinate, her raised eyebrow urging him to explain himself. She craved answers, demanded an explanation.
"Do you want me to make you talk, Agust'D?" she hissed, her threat hanging heavy in the air.
"Queen, he saw us and tried to run, so one of the fools shot him. I brought him here without knowing what to do," Min Yoongi, her most trusted man, explained with a casual shrug.
