"You thought you could deceive us. But in this game, baby, the rules were written by those who thrive in shadows."
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"Look at you, little thing. I'm two sizes bigger than you. If I wrapped my hand around your throat, I could choke you," he jeered...
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Dami's gaze stayed fixed on Seungcheol's, her heart pounding in her chest despite her best efforts to appear unfazed.
She knew this moment was inevitable—she'd sensed it brewing beneath his watchful eyes, but now that it was here, the intensity of his rage pressed down on her, heavy and suffocating.
"What?" she managed, her voice sounding steadier than she felt, though her brows furrowed in forced confusion.
She knew exactly what was happening; she'd sensed this confrontation was coming.
But the way he stared at her, so close she could feel the heat radiating from him, still made her stomach twist.
Seungcheol's voice exploded into a shout, breaking the silence between them. "Don't play fucking dumb, Kim Dami!"
His grip on the gun tightened, pressing it firmly against her temple. She could see the vein pulsing in his neck, his anger barely restrained.
"Don't play dumb with me," he repeated, his tone dropping to a dangerously low growl, as though even speaking louder might unleash something he was holding back.
Dami took a steadying breath, though her mind was racing. She met his glare, refusing to let her fear show.
"Boss, I don't understand what you're talking about," she replied, keeping her tone calm, though a bead of sweat rolled down her neck.
This might be it—the end. If Seungcheol believed his suspicions were real, she knew he wouldn't hesitate to end her life right here.
Seungcheol scoffed, his eyes narrowing with something like disdain.
"Where did you get the fucking nerve, huh?" he hissed, pressing forward until their bodies were almost flush against each other, forcing her to step back as he advanced.
"You came to my doorstep, practically begging on your knees to join my group, swearing loyalty, pretending like you'd do anything for me..." His tone dripped with contempt. "All just to be a spy?"
Dami could feel her back hitting the wall as he crowded her, his body a solid barrier in front of her, his presence swallowing the space between them.
The cold metal of the gun dug harshly into her temple, as though he wanted to mark her with the threat he held over her.
"Boss, I'm not here as a spy. What are you even talking about?" she said, her voice calm and her face molded into an expression of innocent confusion, as if she genuinely couldn't understand his accusations.
"Shut the fuck up and listen," Seungcheol growled, pressing his index finger firmly against her lips in a clear order for silence.
"You thought you could fool me?" His voice was low, sharp, his breath hot against her cheek. "Did you really think I built this empire by luck, that I wouldn't recognize a traitor when I see one? Do you think I haven't dealt with dozens like you, people who'd smile to my face, act like they'd die for me, all while they plot to stab me in the back?"
