In a city that never sleeps and always rains, The Flaming Four are the reason for locked doors and untrusting eyes. They're a group of hitmen, infamous for deaths all around the city. It's the fear they stir up that starts a long war between them an...
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T W O 🎧▷ maneater - nelly furtado "you wish you never ever met her at all"
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THREE YEARS LATER
Seoul never promised much. The sky was too grey and the people were too rude, the streets of every metropolitan district too loud, even in the dead of night. The narrow walkways of clustered neighborhoods were too crowded, and the probing eyes were too judgmental.
But it was easy to blend into the shadows of a city so big. Busy eyes never looked too long. Crowds were good to get lost in. The vile things Suki has done in Seoul had forced her to learn the act of mastering slipping into dark corners and keeping small talk non-existent.
Although becoming the villainous sensation known as "The Temptress" to the media wasn't something she anticipated upon her first couple years in the city, she was good at making people pay attention to her when she most needed it, and she was great at disappearing when she had to.
In the nights Suki demanded the attention of her prey, they would always end up looking and they would always end up regretting it. Her feline eyes, so wickedly dark they could be black, stole souls from oneself, trapping them in this cycle of sinful desires turned into empty promises. She'd look at you. She'd claim you. And once she did, you were hers.
Lee Juyoung was celebrating his first and last promotion one night. He sat in a private VIP booth with his already drunk coworkers as they drank themselves into oblivion and stacked up the check like the money lost in their bank accounts would just be a myth come tomorrow.
The air in the booth transformed into something thick, the laughter and smoke of cigarettes clouding the air. Juyoung was too hot, and so he took his jacket off and rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt as he stole shameless glances at the waitresses pouring in and out of the room. He had a tattoo on his forearm. It was a fading tiger, the art of an impulsive tattoo during the stages of youthful rebellion.
Juyoung's eyes stayed stuck on the devastating waitress amongst the group of many others, her hair dark and long down her back, her legs long and skin seemingly smooth to the touch. Her ringed fingers placed a few new bottles of soju onto the table before him, tortuously bending just enough to give him exactly the kind of view he'd been wishing for all night.
