But standing here now, looking at Yoongi’s intense gaze, she didn't want to run. She wanted to fight with them.
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? reshmi_BTS_luciferzip
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. But standing here now, looking at Yoongi’s intense
“We sold ourselves, Reshmi,” he’d whispered, the memory sending a shiver down her spine. “All seven of us.” She reached out, placing a hand on his arm, nodding
