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Yoongi walked over to her, his intense stare capturing her soul just as it always did. He ran a hand through his hair, looking at her with a mix of exhaustion and protective fury.

The sound of leather creaking made her turn. Yoongi entered, his black leather jacket reflecting the neon lights from the city outside. His eyes were cold, tired, and utterly captivating. reshmi_BTS_luciferzip

She saw the scar on his eye, a reminder of a past he didn't like to speak of. She reached out, placing a hand on his arm, nodding. The battle was close, their enemies were surrounding them, but as she stood in the center of the storm with them, she knew they were far more lethal than anything coming for them. If you'd like to continue this story, tell me: should break the tension first? Yoongi walked over to her, his intense stare

The air in the high-rise penthouse was thick with tension, smelling of expensive cologne and gun oil. Reshmi stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out over the Seoul skyline, her heart hammering against her ribs. She wasn't supposed to be here—she was supposed to be safe. But safety had vanished the night Yoongi, with a terrifyingly calm stare, had told her about their blood pact. Yoongi entered, his black leather jacket reflecting the

“We sold ourselves, Reshmi,” he’d whispered, the memory sending a shiver down her spine. “All seven of us.”

"We won't let him get to you," Yoongi said firmly. "We would never give up on you, Reshmi".