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⊱┊﹙ lookism x fem. reader (x viral hit) ﹚
◿❛ I am a wild card, or maybe you could take it that I might bring trouble ❜◸
﹋﹋﹋ y/n finds themself in a predic...
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❛international gang❜
With everyone now in the room, the meeting could start. The mysterious suited person stood behind the man the gang came to make a deal with as they kept looking straight.
"Now, what do you want from me?" The White Death's voice was gruff and straight to the point as the man at the other side of the table tapped his fingers on his knees. Speaking something in Korean as the neatly dressed guy stepped next to him.
"we'd like to make a deal, a bit of territory for a good sum of money" The translator spoke smoothly, his eyes sharp as the masked person tilted their head slightly.
The White Death hummed as he motioned for the person behind him to lean down.
"grab the box" He spoke in Russian, the guy perking up at the meaning as his eye's raised slightly in curiosity, mentioning the words to the man he works for. The person nodded as they stood straight and left toward a door, typing in a code before disappearing behind the door.
"money? I have plenty if that's all then this meeting was a waste" The White Death's voice was blank, his eyes crinkling in slight distaste as he stared at the two men across from him. Tension filled the air before it was snapped when the door opened again, the person walking out with a small box in their hand.
"Actually, I have a gift for you all coming over here" His lips curled up into a mean smile as he leaned back, his hand loosely holding the cane in his hand as the men looked at him in curiosity. A slight stench reached their noses as the person opened the box, setting it before them before walking back to their place.
The translator saw in the box first as his eyes widened slightly as his lips formed into a tight smile, his body leaning back slightly at the sight, a morbid curiosity dancing in his eyes. The main man laid eyes into the box as a cold look reached his eyes, a shadow covering his face.
"This is what's left of the last person that met with me, I do hope the same does not happen with you, yeah?" The White Death's voice was teasing, almost airy as the two met eyes before he continues.
"I'll give you a better deal."
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