"I don't do shit halfway, sweetheart. You step in my flames, you'll burn to ashes!"
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The Kings of the underworld are in a bit of a predicament; their rule over the city is challenged as an old enemy...
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In the end, it's not the monsters we fear, but the parts of ourselves we see reflected in their eyes. ____________
Marcella sat perched on the edge of the rooftop, her legs dangling over the side as she took in the sprawling cityscape below.
The night was alive with twinkling lights, stretching out in every direction like a vast, starlit sea. She took a sip from the cold beer she held, the condensation on the bottle mingling with the warmth of her palm, the bitter taste grounding her amidst the dizzying heights.
Her hair, a cascade of soft dishelved curls, fluttered gently in the cool night breeze. She wore a comfortable, oversized sweater that swallowed her frame, making her feel cocooned and safe in its softness. The city's distant hum provided a constant backdrop to her thoughts, a symphony of life that played on, oblivious to her quiet contemplation.
Her eyes roamed over the city, taking in the sight of cars weaving through the streets, the occasional flicker of lights from late-night offices, and far-off patches of greenery that seemed to breathe silently in the urban expanse. She felt a profound connection to the city from her elevated vantage point, a solitary observer of its unceasing rhythm.
A lot of things happened today, things that both excite and terrified her; she had finally gotten the ok to immerse herself into the more important tasks of Bangtan assignments. She could barely believe it.
Jimin wasn't too happy about it but since the orders came straight from Agust D, he couldn't object.
"Very well then," the Spymaster had said grimly. "Finish off all your current assignments. Tomorrow I'll show you to your new desk."
Marcella wanted to protest but she held herself back. Something in his eyes convinced her to do as told. When she was done, Jimin told her he would take her home, again she went to complain but he shut her up by telling her it was Suga's orders. Something was off in the way he was around her and she couldn't quite pinpoint what that something was. The drive home was wighted by heavy silence. She wanted to ask him what was wrong but for some inexplicable reason she feared the answer.
"I'm sorry this has happened to you," he had said before she got out of the car and that scared her even more than all his scoldings ever had before.
She sighted taking a sip of her fifth beer that night. She has been drinking alone and analysing everything that had happened in a spam of so little time, she couldn't wrap her mind around it. Her ratting Ashley and Rose to Bangtan, discovering Bangtan might be involved in the trafficking ring, conspiring with Rose and Ashley, being thrown off a cliff from Agust D, Jose being tortured, getting locked in a freaking underground cage, it was overwhelming to think that all these happened in a spam of three days.
The thought of that white haired gangster simply made her skin crawl and she wasn't certain if it was good old-fashioned terror or something more. She had yet to think about that kiss, or waking up in his bedroom, the banter, the tension.
