𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 |𝐒𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐥

𝐭𝐰𝐨

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I'm frozen in place.
Everything in me is locked on the man ahead.
He's staring me down with a look I know too well.

Dark, deadly, dangerous. Hungry. In all the wrong ways.
Seungcheol.

Our eyes lock.
And he seems to almost instantly recognize me.
It sizzles hot along my veins, melting the freeze.

This asshole just killed Andrei Romano. He killed my treasure, my only lead to my dream, my only chance at making it.

This just asshole ruined me.
He walks towards me, his mouth turns slightly at the corners. "Ava Lee... It's been a while. Don't you look amazing."

That dark, deep, velvety voice is burned deep in my psyche.
But he's no longer just an acquaintance. He's an enemy. A man I despise. Hot and—I hate him.

"I can't say the same about you," I sputter back.
Seungcheol smiles, low and dirty, and he saunters up to me.

The black sleeveless mini dress I’m wearing feels like it’s shrinking under his gaze, and I felt the heat from everyone's eyes burn into my skin.

Without a word, Seungcheol grabs my wrist, his grip vice-like, and yanks me toward him. “It’s not safe here. Come with me.”

Without waiting for my answer, he throws me over his shoulder, and I struggle in his grip.

"Woah there, seems like you need a quick refresher about Pakhan's orders." a voice interjects, slicing through the chaos.

A shorter man steps into our path, his hand extended as a barrier.

He’s dressed in a sharp black uniform, the fabric tailored to accentuate his lean, muscular frame.

His blond hair is styled with a meticulous precision that contrasts with the ruggedness of his attire.

A gun rests comfortably in his hand, the metal glinting ominously under the flickering bar lights.

“Pakhan’s not going to be pleased if you screw up the orders, sir.” the blond man says, his voice carrying a blend of authority and menace.

Seungcheol’s muscles flex against my torso as he turns toward Kwon.
His voice drips with sarcasm as he says, “You really think Jeonghan’s gonna be thrilled knowing you messed with Elena’s girl, Kwon?”

The blond man, Kwon’s, face contorts into a look of confusion and frustration, his bewilderment clear as he processes the gravity of Seungcheol’s words.

“Thought so,” Seungcheol continues with a smirk. “Now finish the job.”

Without waiting for a response, Seungcheol strides toward the exit, his confidence unshaken.

As we push through the chaos of the bar, I claw at his black shirt, my nails digging into the fabric in a frantic bid for freedom. "Put me down!"

My heart pounds in my chest, a relentless drumbeat of fear and determination.

I can barely think, only react, as my fingers slide helplessly off his immovable grip.