Jisoo never thought she'd have something worth protecting.
For years, her life had been about survival. About making sure no one could ever control her again. About tearing down every enemy before they had the chance to strike.
But now?
Now she had Jennie.
And that changed everything.
Because Jisoo wasn't just fighting for herself anymore.
She was fighting to build an empire strong enough that no one would ever dare touch what was hers.
The underground world was still adjusting to the shift in power.
Baek was gone, his empire in ruins.
And in the void he left behind—Jisoo rose.
She didn't need to make an announcement.
She didn't need to ask for power.
She took it.
And when the heads of the remaining crime syndicates gathered in Seoul to discuss the new order—Jisoo made sure they knew exactly where they stood.
She sat at the head of the table, fingers lazily tracing the glass of whiskey in front of her.
Jennie stood beside her, dressed in black, a gun strapped to her thigh.
One of the older bosses—a man named Choi—cleared his throat. "We all respect your strength, Jisoo. But power like this... is dangerous for one person to hold alone."
Jisoo smirked. "Who said I was alone?"
Jennie stepped forward, her voice calm but sharp. "What Jisoo means is—either you stand with us, or you fall. There's no in-between."
The room went silent.
Choi hesitated, but then nodded. "Understood."
Jisoo leaned back, satisfied.
Because in the underworld, respect wasn't given.
It was earned.
And tonight—they had earned it all over again.
After the meeting, Jisoo and Jennie returned to their private estate—their fortress.
Jennie poured herself a glass of wine, watching as Jisoo removed her blazer, revealing the holster underneath.
"Do you think they'll keep their word?" Jennie asked.
Jisoo smirked. "They don't have a choice."
Jennie hummed. "Still, it's risky."
Jisoo stepped closer, resting her hands on Jennie's waist. "I like a little risk."
Jennie rolled her eyes. "Of course you do."
Jisoo kissed her—slow, deep, claiming.
When they pulled apart, Jennie's eyes softened. "You know, we never really celebrated properly."
Jisoo raised an eyebrow. "Celebrated what?"
Jennie smiled, holding up her left hand.
Where a ring—a simple but powerful symbol—glowed under the dim lights.
Jisoo chuckled. "Ah. That."
Jennie playfully smacked her arm. "Yes, that. You asked me to marry you, then immediately went back to running your empire. No romantic getaway, no champagne—just bullets and bloodshed."
