"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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Don't underestimate the allure of darkness, even the purest hearts are drawn to it. ~ Niklaus Mikaelson, TVD. ______________
Marcella arrived at 'The D' Club , her nerves on edge. She was immediately led to Agust D's office, her heart pounding with each step. She found him sitting at his desk, facing the door with an unreadable expression.
She lingered near the door, hesitating.
He raised an eyebrow.
"Are you going to stand there all night?" his voice was steady with a dangerous undertone. "Sit down."
She didn't want to but she obeyed, sitting in the chair in front of him.
"I have the files you asked for," she said, handing him a USB drive.
They were close enough for him to simply reach out and hand any take it. She refused to look up at him, his gaze never left her face.
"You know that's not why I called you, Scarlet," he growled angrily.
"Then why?" The words were stuck in her throat and she could only whisper.
He tossed the usb on his desk and grabbed her by the arm forcing her to stand up. She gulped, her frightful eyes finding his ice cold orbs.
"Don't tease me, girl," there was a hint of fury in his icy growl.
Her heart skipped a beat.
"You met up with Lijun yesterday, J-Hope reported to me," his eyes were the epitome of fury. "He kissed you."
Marcella's eyes widened.
"I... He... It was just a misunderstanding," she defended, uncertain of the reason why.
His hand shot out, gripping her chin roughly, forcing her to look up at him.
"Don't lie to me, Marcella," he growled.
She winced, trying to pull away, but his grip tightened.
"I'm not lying, Sunbae," she whispered. "He's just... persistent. Also I don't think it's any of your business,"
"Not my business, huh?" he growled, his eyes darkening with fury. "He doesn't get to touch you. No one does. Shouldn't you know that by now?"
Marcella's heart raced as she saw the intensity in his eyes.
"Suga, please..."
"Please what?" he demanded, his grip on her cementing. "It's too early to beg, love, I haven't started yet."
"Please let go," she whispered, her voice breaking.
His eyes narrowed, and he leaned in closer, his breath hot against her skin.
