"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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God wasn't powerful because he was right. He was right because he was powerful. ~ Genevieve _____________
The door clicked shut with a finality that echoed through the dimly lit room, leaving Marcella and Agust D alone in an oppressive silence. The air seemed to thicken, charged with the weight of unspoken threats and unresolved tension. Marcella's heart pounded in her chest, her pulse a relentless drumbeat in her ears. She stood her ground, but she could feel the icy tendrils of fear creeping up her spine.
Agust D leaned back in his chair, his dark eyes fixed on her with a predatory intensity. He said nothing for a moment, letting the silence stretch, amplifying the dread that coiled in her stomach.
"Do you have any idea," he began, his tone dangerously calm. "How disrespectful your attitude is?"
Marcella lifted her chin, her defiance flickering like a candle in a storm.
"I assume you're about to enlighten me," she retorted, though her voice wavered slightly.
"I've warned you enough times, haven't I?" Yoongi's lips twisted into a cruel smile. "But it seems you haven't learned your lesson."
He stood up, moving around the desk with a grace that belied the menace in his eyes. Marcella's breath caught in her throat as he approached, every step a calculated threat. He stopped inches from where she was sitting, his presence overwhelming.
"What is it you want Suga?" Marcella asked tiredly. "I know you wanted Jimin to leave so we could talk."
He narrowed his eyes.
Was she beginning to understand him?
"You kissed me back," he began, his voice smooth and controlled, resonating in the oppressive silence of the room.
Marcella's cheeks flushed at the memory, her hands fidgeting nervously. The room felt suffocating, every second stretching into an eternity under his piercing gaze. His amusement was evident, a cruel glint in his eyes as he watched her squirm. She wanted to wipe that grin off. There was no reason to inquire that he meant of feign ignorance. He was too sharp to allow her to stall.
"Yes," she replied softly, her voice barely more than a whisper. "I remember."
"Because you wanted to," he continued, his eyes narrowing, "Or was it just to pacify me?"
A knot formed in Marcella's stomach, her mind racing. She knew this was a trap, and whatever answer she gave would have consequences. She decided to tread carefully.
"Maybe both," she said, choosing her words with the utmost caution.
Suga's smile faded, replaced by a look of dark intensity. The air in the room seemed to chill.
"That's not what I asked," he said, his voice dangerously low. "I asked if you wanted to kiss me or if it was just to pacify me. Give me a straight answer."
