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You've read countless 'rivals to lovers' stories, but what sets this apart is its darkness: there are no rivals, no lovers-only backstabbers. Everyone is a traitor, and trust is the most dangerous illusion of all.
"Oh, finally! I got the window seat!" she blurted in joy, sitting down without a second thought about the man opposite her. He looked at her and smirked.
She put on her headphones and closed her eyes. In no time, she was peacefully lost in her dreamland.
A few minutes later, she woke up and rubbed her eyes, taking in her surroundings. Men dressed in black filled the cabin, almost all following the same dress code. She finally looked at the man opposite her, the only one not in black, and nervously asked, "Why are you glaring at me? Did I do something wrong?"
He chuckled lightly and glanced around before answering. "Miss, do you have any idea where you're heading?"
"Yeah, I'm going to Europe for a vacation. Why?"
The man looked at her amusingly. "Oh really? But my plans are to go somewhere else."
She stared at him in utter confusion. "What? But this plane-"
He cut her off. "This is my private jet."
Her eyes widened in shock as she pulled out her ticket and read the numbers. "24601. How can this be your private jet? And why did you land your private jet at the airport?"
He shrugged. "Sweetheart, you took a wrong turn. My private jet was parked near the airport. You must have been confused because it looks like any other airplane."
Embarrassment flooded her face. "Why didn't you throw me out the moment I boarded?"
He smirked. "I would have if you weren't attractive enough."
She frowned. "Can't you just drop me off here?"
He smiled widely. "We're in the middle of the ocean."
She looked out the window and bit her nails nervously. "What am I supposed to do now?"
He shrugged and leaned back in his seat. "Well, we're heading to an unknown place, you know."
She looked at him with her best puppy-dog eyes. "Can you please drop me back? Please?"
He chuckled and glanced out the window. "There's no escape, you see."
She followed his gaze and gulped. "Wh-where are we?"
"I don't know," he said mischievously.
"How can you not know?" she asked, growing more annoyed.
He didn't respond, just stared at her, his silence unsettling. Feeling awkward, she looked down and fumbled through her purse. When she pulled out something sharp, the men in the cabin immediately tensed, drawing their guns and aiming them at her throat, her head, and her purse.
The man chuckled darkly and gestured for them to calm down. She froze in her seat until one of the men spoke. "Show us what you've got there."
Trembling, she nodded and stammered, "I-it's just m-my ph-phone."
The men relaxed and returned to their posts. She looked at the man, who had remained relaxed the entire time, and asked quietly, "What was that?"
He ran his hand through his hair and leaned back in his chair, speaking in a playful tone. "They mean you no harm."
"No harm? They just had their guns at my throat! I thought I was going to pass out!"
He chuckled. "You're my guest. You're safe. TRUST ME."
She looked at him for a moment, then forced a smile. "Mind telling me who you are? And why were they-" she pointed at the men, "-why were they holding illegal stuff?"
He looked at them and back to her. "They are my gang members."
She flinched, the realization hitting her hard. He owns a private jet, has gang members, and is heading to an unknown island. He must be a gangster-or something even worse.
"So, who are you?" she asked, her voice tinged with fear.
"I'm their boss."
Her grip tightened on her top as she swallowed nervously.
"Now," he leaned in, his tone dangerously smooth, "why don't you tell me something about yourself, sweetheart, before I have to find out my own way?"
'One wrong move, and I am cooked, I have to get along with him'
She straightened up and said, "I'm Ivey."
He repeated her name in his head, Ivey. The way it rolled off his tongue, he couldn't help but smirk slightly, as if savoring the sound. "And I am Park Jimin."
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°PARK JIMIN°
Aka- Jimin Age- 27
Boss~
Enigmatic and omniscient he operates from the shadows, rarely revealing his true intentions or feelings. His presence commands respect and curiosity, as he always seems to be one step ahead of everyone else. One wink and you are on your knees
