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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.

"Generosity is near," Yoongi said, his voice dropping to a dangerous rumble as he hit the glass table, his face tightening with frustration. reshmi_BTS_luciferzip

"We follow the plan," a voice came from the shadows. Namjoon stepped forward, looking stressed, holding a file. "Taehyung and Jimin are securing the perimeter. Ira is taking care of the last of the paperwork." The air in the high-rise penthouse was thick

"Run?" She recalled Namjoon asking earlier, followed by her own shaky reply. "How? He would just shoot us as soon as we leave the house." But safety had vanished the night Yoongi, with