A Kim Taehyung ff.
[Book 2]
"Nice to meet you, S."
The doctor and the Gangster lived their lives peacefully until the darkness begins to invade their life again.
Everything falls apart. The laughter turned into sobs...
The nightmare of the country...
The more you hide, the more it shows... The more you deny , the more it grows...
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As the dark blue car pulled up in front of the Novan mansion, twilight had settled deep across the sky, casting a violet haze over the sprawling grounds. S stepped out, her shirt damp with sweat from a day's worth of driving. The wind had tangled her hair, but her mind was more disheveled than her appearance. Tossing the keys to a guard, she watched him drive the car toward the garage—vehicles like hers were rare, tailored specifically for Ivan's inner circle, marking her as one of them.
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She tried to shake off the mental fog, but her thoughts kept pulling her under. The image of Taehyung flashed again in her mind, his eyes filled with anger she'd never seen before. This wasn't the same man she'd once trusted with her secrets, the one she'd sat beside on the Titan mansion rooftop after a raid, her heart heavy but open for the first time in years.
"Good boy Taehyung?" he'd laughed, almost shyly, when she'd told him about her wish to see him return to his kinder self.
But now... Taehyung was gone, or at least the version she once loved was. The transformation was as brutal as it was inevitable, and she knew deep down that her choices had hardened him. Losing Taesoo had shattered something between them, a bond that had never quite mended, leaving only jagged edges that tore at them both.
Straightening her posture, she stepped into the Novan mansion's grand entrance. The past clawed at her, but she forced herself to focus. There was no time to waste; the Taehyung she'd met today could wreck everything she'd set in motion, and her sacrifices would mean nothing if he got in her way.
The white marble floors gleamed beneath her, cold and pristine, an ironic contrast to the dark deeds that had been plotted within these walls. "Time for the game to begin," she muttered under her breath as she approached Ivan's office, steeling herself for what lay ahead.
Inside, Ivan was lounging in his leather chair, fingers steepled as he regarded her with a sly smile. "Well, well. I was waiting for this day. How may I be of service, my friend?"
S didn't hesitate. "I need twenty of the men I personally trained. The best of them. And I'll require provisions—food, arms, and essentials. These men are going to need strength."
