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[ First I apologize for the late updates. I know you all are waiting for it and I am thankful to you all for not complaining. My semesters are about to come and I have to study plus my olympiads are also coming and these olympiad are really important for me. Hope you are understanding my situation. ]

Lisa stepped out of the store, clutching the plastic bags filled with her purchases. The chilly night air brushed against her skin as she sighed deeply, staring at the receipt in her hand. The number printed on it made her purse her lips in frustration.

“Inflation, huh?” she muttered to herself, kicking a small pebble on the road. “It’s like surviving itself has become a luxury. You work yourself to the bone just to afford the basics, and happiness? Forget about it. It’s a myth at this point.”

Her steps echoed faintly on the side road, her thoughts spiraling further into frustration. At least her job paid decently, she mused. But even then, it felt like the money just disappeared into thin air, consumed by endless bills and necessities. She let out another sigh, clutching the bags tighter.

As if to punctuate her gloomy mood, the sky cracked open, and rain began to pour. Lisa froze, looking up at the heavens in disbelief. “Seriously?” she grumbled. “Of all the times, it had to be now?”

Hurriedly, she darted under a small shop’s awning, shaking her head at the unfortunate timing. Her damp hair clung to her face as she muttered curses under her breath, stomping her foot on the wet ground. “Of course, I don’t have an umbrella. Just my luck!” she snapped, hugging the bags closer to her chest.

Her mind wandered back to that night—the one she hated to remember but couldn't forget. The rain, the helplessness, and then… Y/N and Jungkook. They had appeared like a ray of light in her darkest moment. The memory tugged at her heart, and she shook her head, dismissing it.

Lost in her thoughts, a sharp honk broke her reverie. Startled, Lisa turned her head to see a sleek black Mercedes pulling up in front of her. The tinted window rolled down, revealing a familiar bunny-like face, grinning widely at her.

“Miss Lisa,” Jungkook greeted, his voice teasing and warm. “Out here braving the rain? Impressive.”

Lisa stared at him, her face blank as she tried to process his sudden appearance. “What are you doing here?” she asked, her tone laced with suspicion.

“To meet you, of course,” Jungkook replied, his grin widening.

Her eyes widened in surprise, and for a split second, her heart skipped a beat. But as soon as she saw the playful glint in his eyes, her brows furrowed. “Seriously ?” she muttered, her tone exasperated.

He chuckled, clearly amused by her reaction. “Alright, alright. I was joking,” he admitted, leaning slightly out of the car window. But his eyes didn’t miss the flicker of disappointment that crossed her face, subtle but there.

Lisa quickly masked it, looking away, but Jungkook caught it. His teasing demeanor softened, and he gestured toward the passenger seat. “Going somewhere? Or just enjoying the rain?”

Lisa hesitated, shifting awkwardly on her feet. “I was heading home,” she said, glancing toward the road.

“Perfect,” Jungkook said smoothly. “Let me give you a ride.”

She hesitated again, unsure if she should accept his offer. Jungkook noticed her hesitation and smirked. “What’s the matter? Afraid you’ll owe me one?” he teased.

Lisa rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at her lips. “Fine,” she relented, “but just because I need to get home quickly.”

“As you wish, Miss Lisa,” he replied with a mock bow, opening the car door for her.

She slid into the passenger seat, her heart beating just a little faster as she tried to ignore the faint scent of his cologne filling the space. Jungkook climbed back into the driver’s seat, started the engine, and pulled onto the road.

The silence in the car was comfortable, punctuated only by the sound of raindrops hitting the windshield. Jungkook glanced at her, a soft smile playing on his lips. “You know,” he said casually, “you look cute when you’re annoyed.”

Lisa turned to him, narrowing her eyes. “Are you always this annoying, or is it just with me?”

“Only with you,” he replied without missing a beat, his grin widening.

Lisa shook her head, biting back a smile. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet,” he said, his tone teasing but laced with something deeper, “you’re here, aren’t you?”

She didn’t reply, turning her gaze to the rain-soaked streets outside. But her cheeks warmed, and for the first time that evening, the frustration in her chest eased, replaced by something softer and lighter.

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In the lavish bathroom, the sound of water cascading from the high-end showerhead filled the space, mingling with the faint aroma of expensive cologne and soap. The glass walls, fogged with steam, revealed the fading shadow of Marco Romano, his muscular frame glistening under the water.

His light brown skin was adorned with tattoos, intricate and dangerous, each telling its own story of power, rebellion, and death. His physique was sculpted like a work of art, a body that could make women swoon—and men tremble.

As he ran his hand through his damp hair, the sudden ring of his phone interrupted the serenity of the moment.

Without turning off the water, Marco reached out and grabbed the device from the marble shelf, holding it to his ear with a casual grace that belied the chaos he often commanded.

"Speak," he ordered curtly, his deep, resonant voice echoing off the tiled walls.

"Signore," the voice on the other end began, its tone deferential, "Jeon Jungkook is on his way. We’ve tracked his movements."

A smirk tugged at Marco’s lips, one that carried the weight of a thousand dark intentions. "Interesting," he murmured, his tone laced with amusement. "Continue."

"But there’s... one issue," the voice hesitated, knowing full well the man they were addressing. "There’s a girl with him. What should we do?"

Marco tilted his head back slightly, letting the water cascade over his face as he considered the words. His smirk widened, turning into a cruel, predatory grin. "A girl, you say?" His voice was calm, almost indifferent, but there was a deadly undertone. "That’s hardly an issue. In fact," he chuckled, the sound dark and humorless, "it makes this game even more interesting."

The man on the other end remained silent, awaiting further instructions. Marco’s eyes gleamed with a dangerous light as he leaned against the cold marble wall, his confidence unshaken. "Proceed as planned. The girl is irrelevant. A distraction, perhaps, but not a problem. Catch the prey. I’ll deal with... whatever remains."

"Understood, Signore," the voice replied, the weight of Marco’s command clear in its tone.

The line went dead as Marco tossed the phone onto the counter, letting out a low, menacing chuckle. He stepped back under the shower, letting the water wash over his tense body, his mind already crafting his next move.

"It’s time for the hunt," Marco whispered to himself, his voice barely audible over the sound of the water. His smirk faded into a look of focused determination, his mind sharp, calculating every detail. "Let’s see if Jungkook is as clever as his brother thinks he is."

With a deliberate calmness, Marco turned off the shower, the room suddenly falling into silence. He reached for the towel, wrapping it around his waist, his every movement exuding confidence and power.

By the time he stepped out of the bathroom, his mind was already in motion, ready to set the trap for his newest prey.

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In the dimly lit luxury room, where the moonlight was the only witness to their passion, Yoongi's lean, muscular frame hovered over Y/N.

His pale skin glistened with a sheen of sweat, his groans of pleasure mingling with hers in the sultry silence of the night.

As he reached his peak, a guttural growl escaped his lips, and he collapsed onto her, his chest heaving against hers as they both caught their breath.

Y/N, her voice still raspy from their exertions, teased, "Not bad, Mr. Min. You really outdid yourself this time."

Yoongi chuckled softly, propping himself up slightly to look at her. His intense, dark eyes bore into hers, holding a gaze that seemed to strip her bare once more not just her body, but her very soul.

The way he looked at her was dangerous, obsessive, as if she were a priceless treasure he'd locked away, never to be touched by anyone else. Yet, beneath that possessiveness was a flicker of something softer, something vulnerable-fear.

"You drive me insane," he murmured, leaning down to kiss her deeply.

The kiss was overwhelming, consuming her completely. His lips moved with a raw intensity, his nose brushing against hers, Flattening against her skin as if even the slightest distance was intolerable.

When he finally pulled away, their breaths mingled in the silence.

I'm glad I could satisfy my queen," Yoongi said, his voice dripping with seduction, a smirk playing on his lips.

Y/N laughed softly, brushing a strand of damp hair away from her face. "You're full of surprises, Min Yoongi. Who knew you had such a romantic side?"

Yoongi's smirk deepened as he lowered his face into the curve of her neck, inhaling deeply like her scent was the only air he needed. "Romantic?" he murmured, his lips grazing her skin. "I'm a cruel monster, Sweetheart. But for you..." He kissed her neck softly, his voice dropping to a whisper, "I'm anything you want me to be."

Y/N's cold smirk returned as she ran her fingers through his hair, her nails lightly scratching his scalp. She pressed a kiss to the side of his head, her lips lingering against his temple.

"Careful, Mr. Min ," she said teasingly, her voice smooth and laced with a dangerous edge. "You might actually make me believe you're human."

He lifted his head slightly, his gaze locking with hers once again. Her usually void eyes held a glimmer of something playful, yet icy—a reflection of the dark woman he had fallen hopelessly in love with.

Y/N leaned in this time, capturing his lips in a slow but deliberate kiss. Her hand slipped to his chest, her fingers brushing over the scar where her name was etched into his skin a wound she had inflicted herself.

As the kiss deepened, she pressed her palm against the mark, applying just enough pressure to make him groan against her mouth.

He broke the kiss with a low chuckle, his lips brushing hers as he said, "You really are something else, Sweetheart."

"And whose fault is that?" she countered, her voice like velvet. "You gave your heart to a sociopath. Now deal with it."

Yoongi's smirk grew darker, his hands tightening on her waist as he pulled her closer. "It's the best decision I ever made."

Their moment was shattered by the sudden ringing of his phone, the shrill sound cutting through the intimate silence.

Yoongi cursed under his breath, his jaw clenching in irritation as he reluctantly rolled to the side. Y/N remained calm, watching him with an amused glint in her eyes.

Snatching the phone from the bedside table without checking the caller ID, Yoongi answered gruffly, "What?"

"Hyung !"

The annoyance on his face quickly darkened into something far more dangerous as he sat up, his shoulders tense. Y/N noticed the shift in his demeanor immediately, her smirk fading as she sat up as well.

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