One Dark Fate The Battle Of Survival ||Kth ff|| Mafiya A/U

Do I look like dumb?

Two days had passed since the accidental kiss. Venom seemed as calm and composed as ever, her icy demeanor unshaken. Meanwhile, Taehyung couldn’t shake the embarrassment he felt every time their eyes met. That night at the dinner table, he felt his face flush with heat whenever she glanced his way.

As they ate, Taehyung couldn't suppress his curiosity any longer. He had noticed Venom ate very little, often just picking at her food. Finally, he mustered the courage to ask, "Venom, why do you eat so little? I’ve noticed you only have small portions during breakfast and dinner."

Venom looked up, her eyes meeting his with a steady gaze. "I have a small appetite. I can't eat much," she replied simply.

Despite her composed response, Taehyung felt a strange tension in the air, as if her glance held more than just the surface explanation. He couldn’t help but wonder what lay behind those cold eyes.

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Meanwhile in Marseille,
            France...

Rivals - Ivanov 's the Russian group

The port city of Marseille was a chaotic battleground. Atharva, leading his men through the narrow streets, moved with deadly precision. The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and the sound of gunfire.

Atharva’s eyes were cold, devoid of any mercy as he confronted the Russian mafia leader. "You thought you could encroach on our territory without consequences?" he sneered, his voice dripping with menace.

The Ivanov's leader, a burly man with a scar across his face, spat on the ground. "We do what we want, you bloody motherfuckers!!!!"

Atharva’s response was swift. He lunged forward, his movements a blur. With a series of precise strikes, he disarmed the Russian, flipping him onto the ground with a bone-crunching thud. "Not so gud choice ," Atharva growled, standing over his fallen opponent.

His men followed his lead, engaging in brutal hand-to-hand combat with the Russians. As many of them run. Out of bullets.The scene was a whirlwind of violence, punctuated by the shouts and screams of the combatants.

"Take no prisoners!" Atharva commanded, his voice slicing through the chaos. "Show them what happens when they cross us."

One of the Ivanov tried to flee, but Atharva intercepted him, delivering a roundhouse kick that sent the man sprawling. "Running won't save you," he hissed, his eyes gleaming with a predatory light.

Atharva's men were relentless, following his orders with unwavering loyalty. He himself was bathed in blood.They systematically dismantled the Russian forces, leaving no doubt about who controlled the streets of Marseille.

As the dust began to settle, Atharva stood amidst the wreckage, his presence a terrifying reminder of their power. "Remember this day," he told the few surviving Russians. "Tell your bosses that Marseille is off-limits. Next time, we won’t be so merciful."

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Back at the Mansion

The conversation around the dinner table had quieted, but Taehyung's mind was still racing. He stole a glance at Venom, who was now engaged in a quiet conversation with Ace. Her demeanor was as unyielding as ever, yet Taehyung couldn’t shake the feeling that there was much more to her than met the eye.

As he watched her, a new determination began to form in his mind. He needed to understand Venom better, to learn the secrets she kept hidden behind that cold exterior. But for now, he would have to be patient.

### In the Surveillance Room

Venom watched the battle in Marseille unfold on the big screen, her smirk dark and sinister. She reveled in the chaos, knowing Atharva's mere presence was enough to obliterate any opposition. With a gun in his hand, he was a maniacal force, the devil incarnate, much like herself. Atharva craved blood and power, a terrifying blend of savagery and skill. Yet, he retained a sliver of humanity that she lacked.
He was perhaps a little more human than she was.