"We won't let him get to you," Yoongi said firmly. "We would never give up on you, Reshmi".
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.
"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." reshmi_BTS_luciferzip
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.
"Generosity is near," Yoongi said, his voice dropping to a dangerous rumble as he hit the glass table, his face tightening with frustration. "We won't let him get to you," Yoongi said firmly
"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 standing here now, looking at Yoongi’s intense gaze, she didn't want to run. She wanted to fight with them. He ran a hand through his hair, looking
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.