𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍~ 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎

𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐜- ♡Chapter-39♡

Third point of view.

Year 2017.

As the haze began to clear, you found yourself sitting in front of a large mirror. The soft light illuminated the sleek, modern décor, casting a polished glow over everything. You blinked, mind racing to catch up with the disorienting shift.

Your reflection stared back at you, flawless hair and makeup, a light blue satin dress hugging your figure elegantly yet feeling entirely out of place. A wave of confusion settled over you.

How did you get here? And why were you dressed like this?

A tingling sensation on your cheek snapped your attention to the woman crouched beside you, carefully finishing your makeup. She met your gaze with concern.

"Is something wrong?" She asked, voice soft and reassuring.

You hesitated before shaking your head. "I'm fine."

As she continued, the door creaked open behind you. Slowly, you turned, eyes landing on a familiar figure. Yellow-streaked hair, tattoos, and a smirk that sent a chill down your spine.

Hanma Shuji.

The stylist immediately straightened up and bowed before making a swift exit, leaving you alone with him.

You stood from your seat, unsure of what to expect. Hanma's gaze dragged over you, a slow whistle escaping his lips.

"Well, don't you look stunning."

"Hanma?" You muttered, more to yourself than to him.

He smirked, stepping closer. "Surprised to see me?"

Your stomach twisted. "What... are you here for?" You kept your voice steady, but your pulse hammered against your ribs.

Hanma chuckled, eyes glinting. "As much as I'd love not to break your heart, I'm here on Kisaki's orders."

Your jaw tightened. "For what?"

"The meeting, of course. You know I just follow orders." He shrugged in nonchalance. He turned toward the door, motioning lazily. "Come on, it's time to leave."

Your eyes flickered to the side table where your phone sat. A brief temptation to make contact, to reach out, but you grabbed it and followed him instead.

The ride was silent. Hanma attempted small talk, but your mind was too preoccupied to entertain it. Whatever this was, it wasn’t good.

When you finally arrived, the guards at the entrance moved forward quickly to open the gate. You stepped out of the vehicle, adjusting your dress.

Following Hanma into the building, you couldn't help but feel the weight of the guards trailing close behind. Their footsteps echoing alongside yours in perfect rhythm.

Reaching the elevator, he stepped inside first, leaning casually against the wall as he glanced at you over his shoulder. You hesitated for a split second before following him in, the guards filing in after you.

Hanma hummed a soft tune to himself, ignoring the heavy atmosphere. You stood stiffly, arms crossed as your gaze fixed on the glowing floor numbers above the door.

When the elevator dinged and the doors slid open, you hesitated for a split second before stepping out. Hanma didn't wait, already striding confidently down the hallway, his long legs covering the distance with ease. You followed, your hands curling into fists at your sides.

As you approached the room, the muffled sound of voices reached your ears. It was loud and chaotic, dozens of voices colliding with one another in heated discussions.