As night fell and the sky became a canvas of twinkling diamonds, a figure clad in black crept up to Taehyung's balcony. Without making a sound, the figure swung around the railing and landed on the balcony, careful not to disturb the one on the other side of the glass wall. It was Venom, the deadly assassin and rival heir who had been keeping a close eye on Taehyung for days.

Venom had never broken into Taehyung's house before, let alone his bedroom, and she cursed herself for making a mistake. With a small knife, she plunged it into the crook of the door, and with a small click, the door unlocked. She smirked to herself and pushed the door open, A gust of air with the familiar scent of Taehyung's cologne, chocolates, and him filled her senses, a lovely welcome!

Venom stepped inside and glanced around the beautiful, lavishly decorated room, unimpressed. She made her way towards the king-sized bed in the center of the room, where Taehyung lay, sleeping in a twisted position with one leg dangling off the bed and his head buried under the pillows. His arms were spread across the bed, and he snored softly with red cheeks and mouth agape.

As Venom stood near the bed, Taehyung stirred, and his head emerged from the pillows, facing her. She watched as he continued to sleep, deep and peaceful. She slid back one of the bed curtains and sat down on her tiptoes near the head of the bed, gazing at the sleeping Taehyung.

She couldn't help but wonder how someone could hide their true nature so well behind a mask of innocence. Taehyung's innocence seemed too good to be true, and it frustrated Venom to no end. She couldn't reconcile his innocence with his status as the heir to K.N.I.G.H.T.S, an elite mafia group known for its ruthless nature.

As she sat there, watching Taehyung sleep, Venom felt a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach. It was a feeling she couldn't quite place, and she tried to shake it off, reminding herself that Taehyung was just another one of her targets. He couldn't possibly be innocent, and she couldn't let her guard down.

But as she watched him sleep, she couldn't help but wonder if there was more to Taehyung than meets the eye. Was he really just an innocent heir, or was there something more sinister lurking beneath the surface? Venom knew she had to find out the truth, no matter what it took.

Why is he being so sickly innocent and all? An heir to K.N.I.G.H.T.S can never be innocent.

No, what the hell is he playing at?

Venom grew frustrated the more she went close to him and got to know him, she stopped going to school with so much on her plate and this Taehyung thingy just added to the mess.

Meanwhile, Taehyung lost his mind trying to build a bridge of contact but she never replied, the more time passed the more he got worried and frustrated, it's not like she didn't get his texts, she read them all several times in a day but never replied, he rang her up, she left the phone ringing, staring the screen where a picture of the raven head remained under the buzzing icon. And here she was now, right beside his naïve existence.

How can someone be able to hide all the bitterness behind this kind of mask? She thought standing

What mask are you wearing Taehyung? Get it off.

But- what if? Why does he seem- guiltless?

No Venom what the hell is wrong with you? You can never be innocent, Venom if you are related to the underworld and he is the heir to K.N.I.G.H.T.S and those who rule and feed and grow in darkness can never be pure you know that.

Yes, I do, but-

No buts, you have always managed to easily see and separate the angels from demons, then why-

Then why do I feel this pull to him, this certain gravity around him like that of heavens?

It's a good chance Venom, drop this stupid act and just kill the boy, this is supposed to be the first blow to your enemy.

What? Shut up, You can't just kill him Venom. You have been waiting and say if it was all in vain. Say it! It wasn't right. So, know him a little more Venom, give him some time.

Venom, it's not like you. The other voice in her head hissed.

It's not you, Can't you see you are losing yourself? Just kill him and get out of here.

Venom's hazel eyes flickered with a dangerous glint as she brandished her favorite blade, the voices in her head silenced by the sharp metal in her grasp. Her gaze drifted between the slumbering form of the boy before her and the shining weapon, her initial engraved on the handle in a stark reminder of her deadly intent. The urge to plunge the blade into the boy's body consumed her, her eyes darkening with each passing moment.

As she poised to strike, the boy stirred in his sleep, his figure squirmed turning over the pile of covers, Taehyung switched sides while his hand brushed against the air ending up caressing her cheek in a gentle touch. Startled, Venom recoiled, the blade slipping from her grasp and dropping to the carpeted floor with a muffled thud, she rolled under the bed. Her cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and confusion, her mind reeling with the unfamiliar sensations that had overtaken her.

"What the hell!?" she breathed, her thoughts scattered and her emotions in turmoil. A tingling sensation in her stomach intensified, leaving her breathless and uncertain with uncomfortable heat blooming on her neck.

But her moment of contemplation was short-lived as the boy murmured softly in his sleep, causing Venom to scramble backward and seek refuge beneath the bed.

"Ji Ahn-ah" a raspy deep voice rose in the air. She heard his voice, deep and raspy, calling out to someone named Ji Ahn, and felt a few beats to the rhythm of her heartbeat stumble away from the order.

The conflicting voices in her head raged on, but the warmth that had touched her heart before continued to gnaw at her defenses, cracking the icy barrier around it a little more. She clutched at her chest, trying to steady her breathing and avoid making any noise that might disturb the boy's slumber.

Yet, her desire to escape overwhelmed her, and she darted out from under the bed, her breathing ragged and erratic.

Get out.

I have to get out of here.

But you need the answers, you came for.

Fuck the answers. Need to get out. NOW.

In her haste, she knocked over a vase, its shattered pieces scattering across the floor. The boy stirred, his confusion evident as he tried to make sense of the situation.

Venom's heart raced as she fled from the room and into the darkness, her mind consumed by a mixture of fear and uncertainty. Meanwhile, the boy rubbed his eyes in confusion and sudden break from his slumber, wondering why the door had been left open and the vase shattered on the floor.

"I do remember I closed that... Didn't I?"

He mumbled and settled back into bed and drifted off to sleep once more. It took a couple of minutes before he fell back to sleep snoring softly. While someone was having a hard time somewhere down in the shadows.

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The room was permeated with the delicate scent of candy, sweat, and perfume, as the air hummed with the sound of feminine huffing and irregular heavy breathing. A well-lit area, it was partitioned into different sections, each boasting an array of weapons to train with. Knives, guns, blades, and bullets were meticulously arranged in piles or hung on the western wall, from top to bottom.

It was four in the morning, but Venom couldn't find solace in slumber, her mind plagued by unyielding thoughts. She couldn't comprehend what was happening to her, but she was acutely aware of the events of the past few hours. The warmth that had enveloped her being, the feeling of closeness, the embrace in the rain... She initially thought it was peculiar, but now it was nothing short of aggravating. Her heart screamed that the boy was affecting her, but she refused to acknowledge it.

Unable to sleep, she found herself in the training room, seeking comfort in what she knew best. Venom had a blindfold obscuring her vision, with knives clutched tightly in her hands, standing at the center of the combat ring. As she exhaled, the sweat droplets scattered into the air. She continued to attack relentlessly, as her adrenaline pumped through her veins, and her body was on fire from the intense workout. Lost in her own world, she was jolted back to reality by a knock on the door. The knob twisted, but before the person could peek inside, a small knife flew out, sticking into the door's crook. The man's face was saved by mere centimeters, and Venom breathed heavily, removing her blindfold.

Venom groaned softly, frustrated, and removed her blindfold. Her striking honey-colored eyes were on full display in a sea of darkness. She glanced over, her gaze locking onto an unfamiliar face standing in the doorway. "What?" she snapped back, her voice cutting through the air like a blade.

The boy spoke, stuttering in fear as he noticed the knife just a hair's breadth away from him. "G-Good morning, ma'am" he managed to say, his voice shaking.

Venom raised a brow, examining the boy. She could feel his fear. Strolling out of the arena, pressing the button to stop the machines, she turned back towards the doorway noticing the pale boy still standing there, his legs wobbling beneath him. She fought back a smile, relishing the power she held over him.

"You're new?" she asked, her voice dripping with authority.

"Y-yes, ma'am," the boy replied, his words still stuttered.

"Don't stutter," Venom commanded, her tone stern enough to make the boy straighten up.

"Since you're here, mind helping me out?" she asked, tilting her head to the side.

"Of course, ma'am," the boy replied, doing his best to avoid stuttering.

Venom walked to the small fridge in the corner, opened it, and bent down to look inside. "What's your name, boy?" she asked.

"My name is Baekhyun" he answered, his voice shaking slightly.

Venom hummed in response and straightened up, holding a soda can and an apple in her hand. She walked back to the table of her toys and picked up three small Orion star blades. Then she turned to the boy and threw the apple toward him, causing him to stumble while catching it, he looked confused.

"Go stand by the wall"

She pointed to the south wall, adorned with a large bull's eye and peppered with bullet holes, and ordered the trembling boy to stand before it. As he tried to steady himself, beads of sweat trickled down his forehead.

"Apple on the head NOW." Venom, taking a seat on a nearby chair, commanded him to place an apple on his head. The boy hesitated, stammering out a reply, but before he could finish, Venom cut him off, her words icy and unyielding.

The boy acquiesced, placing the apple atop his head with bated breath, praying to make it out alive. Venom popped open a can of soda and pressed it to her lips, eyeing him with a dangerous glint. "Do you know what you're assigned to do?" she queried; her voice laced with malice. The boy shook his head in confusion, afraid to upset the dark angel before him.

"They told me I'm a PT"

"PT huh?"

"Yes Ma'am"

"Do you know what it means?" She found pure confusion as a response leaving a nasty smirk to tug at her lips.

"You're a Personal Toy, my dear boy." The boy's heart nearly stopped as he felt his soul evaporate. "And my toys never last long," Venom pouted, relishing in the boy's terror. "Unless," she trailed off, enjoying the fear she instilled in him.

"I'll do whatever you say, Ma'am, I'll never let you down."

The boy pleaded, promising to do anything she desired. "They all say that," Venom sneered. "But I suppose I'll give you a chance... for now." She sipped her soda, tossing the can into a nearby basket. "Stand still" she warned, holding a set of star blades in her hand. The boy obediently stood still, his eyes shut tight as he prayed for divine protection.

Venom aimed her first shuriken at the apple, slicing it cleanly in half. The boy's eyes snapped open, seeing the shining metal mere inches from his head. Another shuriken came flying, piercing the apple once again. The boy prayed in his head, thanking any god who would listen for his safety.

As Venom aimed her final shuriken, her alarm sounded, interrupting her deadly game. She glanced at her phone's screen, grumbling as she realized she had to attend school. Oh Ji Ahn, the sickly-sweet high schooler.

Picking up the cell phone, she strolled towards the door, leaving the poor boy alone in the room, who fell down with wobbling legs and breathed heavily, his eyes were glossy and his lips quivered, the boy passed out.

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