"I don't do shit halfway, sweetheart. You step in my flames, you'll burn to ashes!"
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The Kings of the underworld are in a bit of a predicament; their rule over the city is challenged as an old enemy...
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"Harder," Hoseok yelled, while Taehyung dodged yet another well delivered punch.
Marcella took a small step back, securing her feet firmly on the ground, making sure she wasn't missing a beat.
"You're holding back Marcella," Hoseok yelled angrily and for a moment Marcella felt real fear. J-Hope wasn't playing around when he was on trainer mode. "Go harder."
"What's the matter kitten, too afraid to show your claws?" Taehyung teased circling her with a predatory glow in his eyes.
Marcella didn't appreciate the demeaning nickname.
"I was going easy on you Taetae," she fired back. "But you chose war."
She lunched forward, her fists clenched she aimed a swift jab at Taehyung's midsection. He sidestepped gracefully, a smirk playing on his lips as he retaliated with a quick uppercut aimed at her chin. She barely managed to duck, feeling the rush of air as his fist grazed her cheek.
"Focus, Marcella!" Hoseok shouted from the sidelines.
She turned on her heel, trying to regain control. If she lost this battle she would never hear the end of it from J-Hope.
"Use your footwork! Don't let him dictate the pace!" He yelled again.
She listened, fainting left to fool her opponent she quickly punched on the right, landing a solid hit to Taehyung's shoulder. He staggered back, surprise flickering across his face.
"Not bad," he admitted, momentarily caught off guard. "For a kitten."
Marcella saw red at his provocation.
But she had no time to react, Taehyung recovered quickly. He closed the distance between them and attacked in an instant, the redhead dodged at the last second slipping through his hands like a snake weaving its way through the tangled limbs of trees.
She spun around, eyes locked on him, fist raised and every step deliberate. They prowled around each other, a tense dance of predators, each movement charged with energy and anticipation.
Her long hair was neatly braided on either side of her head, but a few rebellious strands clung to her face, damp with sweat like the rest of her body. The gym bra clung tightly to her skin, and her yoga pants felt equally restrictive; removing them later would be a challenge, but that was a concern for another time. Marcella's gaze was locked onto Taehyung, taking in his breaths, his fluid movements, and the intensity in his eyes. His presence was almost palpable, a heavy force that surrounded her as he moved, each step underscoring his remarkable agility.
A bead of sweat trickled down the nape of her neck, slowly gliding between her heaving breasts, and Taehyung's gaze tracked its descent.
Got you!
In an instant, she surged forward, unleashing a flurry of rapid punches, but he intercepted them with ease, his expression a blend of concentration and delight. The fire in her chest ignited, and she inhaled deeply, summoning every ounce of energy for her next strike. With precision, she launched a powerful kick toward Taehyung's torso. He deftly sidestepped the initial attack, his footwork sharp and strategic. Undeterred, she followed up with a roundhouse kick, yet he ducked under it, his movements seamless as he closed the gap between them.
