❛You're mine. And If I don't get you, no one can.❜
In which our little psycho protagonist somehow makes the world's 𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 most dangerous criminals develop an unhealthy obsession for her.
➻ Alternative Universe
➻ Crime Noir Fiction
➻ Action...
"Thee shouldst beest careful of what lies in thy unf'reseeable fate."
The sapphire on his ring caught the dim light, reflecting the bloodied heap sprawled across the soaked carpet. Smoke curled from his lips, thick and heavy, like storm clouds trapped in a restless sky.
Namjoon barely acknowledged the man thrashing in his binds, his screams a distant nuisance compared to the words of the old woman who had crossed his path not long ago.
"As thou art the eagle in this house of cards."
Another agonized wail erupted as a blade carved through flesh—another severed finger, another crimson river streaking across the floor. Unbothered, Namjoon leaned back, swirling the whiskey in his glass, his eyes still closed as if savoring the puzzle hidden in the old woman's cryptic verses.
"The scion of the omnipotent pres'rv'r."
A rhythmic tap of his shoe echoed against the hardwood as he sifted through the words, searching for meaning beyond their mysticism. The man's screams pitched higher as his captors forced his mouth open, the glint of steel marking the end of his last desperate plea.
"Don't alloweth the darkness indulge thee."
Namjoon took another slow sip as the man choked, life spilling from him in thick, wet gasps. It was bitter — both the whiskey and the look on the dying man's face. Fingers tracing the carved head of his cobra-headed staff, he straightened, the old woman's final warning settling deep within him.
"Don't alloweth it to maketh thee a monst'r—"
"You're a monster!"
His dragon eyes snapped open. The voice, thick with rage, belonged to the woman collapsed on the carpet, her tear-streaked face twisted in sheer revulsion. Hatred burned in her gaze, a wildfire of grief and vengeance.
"A beast! A demon! How—Just... how?!" Her voice cracked, raw with disbelief. "How can someone—someone be so fucking pathetic?!"
Namjoon met her fury with an unblinking stare, impassive as ever.
"How can a human—" she spat the word like venom, "—do this?! You just killed him! YOU KILLED MY FUCKING HUSBAND!!"
Her body convulsed with sobs, her fists pounding against the floor, nails digging into the wood as if she could claw her way out of this nightmare.
