𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 | 𝐉𝐉𝐊

CHAPTER:10

A U T H O R' S P O V

Seoul,South korea-

The wind howled across the helipad, carrying with it an unsettling tension. The guards stationed around it stood rigid, their eyes scanning the skyline, waiting. But something felt off.

The air was too heavy, the sky too dark for an ordinary night. Every instinct screamed at them to be alert.

The helicopter's blades cut through the night, growing louder as the sleek black chopper came into view, slicing through the air like a predator honing in on its prey.

The guards exchanged uneasy glances, their hands tightening on their weapons. They had been told to expect someone, but nothing could prepare them for Him

The helicopter landed with a smooth precision, but the oppressive weight in the air grew thicker, suffocating.

The guards tried to keep their composure, but the moment the door slid open, their faces drained of color.

Out stepped a man, tall and unnervingly composed. His tailored black suit clung to his frame with the kind of elegance that only money and power could buy.

His presence seemed to darken the already dimly lit helipad, as if the night itself bowed to him. His slicked-back black hair gleamed in the faint light, and his sharp, angular features were a cruel mix of beauty and danger.

He was Handsome-too handsome, almost unreal-and it made him even more terrifying.

The guards felt their hearts race. They had faced danger before, but this man... this man was something else. More powerful, more dangerous than anyone they had ever encountered.

They had heard whispers about him, stories of his ruthlessness, his inhuman charm, and his lethal efficiency.

Standing in his presence now, they knew those stories hadn't even scratched the surface.

His cold eyes scanned the helipad, and in that moment, every man there felt as though he was being measured, weighed, and found lacking.

The air became electric with dread, their breaths shallow as if they feared even breathing too loudly would attract his wrath.

One guard, standing nearest to the chopper, took an involuntary step back. His heart pounded so loudly in his chest he was sure the man could hear it.

The stranger's gaze flicked to him, and for a split second, the guard was paralyzed, as if caught in the sight of a predator far more lethal than he could ever handle.

The man smirked, a small, cruel smile, knowing full well the effect he had on them. His steps were deliberate, silent, yet each one echoed in their minds as though they were walking toward their doom.

There was an aura around him-something dark, something ancient, like the embodiment of every unspoken fear.

As he approached the lead guard, the man finally found his voice, though it trembled slightly. "Sir... your arrival... was unexpected."

The stranger tilted his head, the smirk never leaving his face. "Is that so?" His voice was smooth, but there was something cold and menacing beneath it, like the calm before a storm. "Well, let's hope I don't disappoint you."

The guard swallowed hard, feeling the weight of that unspoken threat. He had no idea what this man's purpose was, but it was clear: whatever it was, it wouldn't end well for anyone in his way.