The Owner   || Ateez ff

The Owner || Ateez ff

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As a secret agent i had been through a lot of obstacles in this dark side of world. A world that i lived in full of toxicity and danger. I had been lingering in this dark side world for about 3 years , perhaps i can still mantain my professionalism as i had been titled as 'Maude' or meaning mighty battler translated from a german word. My identity and gender had been hidden for years eventhough most of the enemies expected me to be a male. Besides , im a grown up woman .No one knows. One mission had been given to me from the Head Master (my boss) and i had been assigned for spying on a 'gang' that is well-known among our people as 'Madrick' . One of the biggest dark colony. Now, the mission begins. (Y/N). <18+> Highest rank #1 ateezseonghwa #2 seonghwa #7 seonghwa #8 seonghwa #9 seonghwa #11 seonghwa #13 seonghwa #18 seonghwa #19 seonghwa #20 seonghwa #21 seonghwa #22 seonghwa #23 seonghwa #25 seonghwa #28 seonghwa #74 adult #85 adult ~Author's note: ~ Im new here, hope u enjoy my story cause its been a long time since i stopped writing 😭 i made another acc . ⚠️Reminder:⚠️ This story might contain disturbing and mature content
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A break in. San didn't care. He never did. Money flowed, his empire grew, and that was enough. Or so he told himself. That was until he found a A boy-no, a young man-curled on the Persian rug by the fireplace, trembling like a leaf in a storm. Blood streaked his face, matting his dark hair and smearing across his cheekbones. His hands, clutching his knees, were stained red, and a deep gash on his leg oozed onto the rug, the fabric soaking up the crimson The boy was trouble, San knew that much, and trouble always brought chaos. Woosan story

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