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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.

“We sold ourselves, Reshmi,” he’d whispered, the memory sending a shiver down her spine. “All seven of us.” reshmi_BTS_luciferzip

"Generosity is near," Yoongi said, his voice dropping to a dangerous rumble as he hit the glass table, his face tightening with frustration. The air in the high-rise penthouse was thick

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. But safety had vanished the night Yoongi, with