Living hell

Intro Your life has always been a living hell.No one to protect you.No one to care.And you…you’d long stopped caring whether you lived or died.But him— The man standing in front of you now, gun aimed at your head—His name alone is enough to make the underworld tremble. Feared. Ruthless. Untouchable.Except for one thing—His younger brother.The only person he loved. The only weakness he had. They were brothers, yet worlds apart.He ruled with blood and power.His brother… lived simply, quietly. Kind-hearted, gentle—someone who hated the very world his brother ruled.That brother… liked you. But your heart?It belonged to him. Something his brother never knew. Earlier today, his brother confessed his feelings.And you… softly, politely refused. Not because you didn’t care—But because your heart already belonged elsewhere. It should have ended there.But when his enemies caught wind of the rejection, they saw a golden opportunity.They killed his brother.And then… they made sure he heard the story twisted—That his brother had taken his own life because of you. [Now]The door slams open.And there he is.Rain dripping from his coat. Eyes black with fury.A gun in his hand, steady, pointed right at you.Him:(voice low, lethal) “You… killed my brother.” The words stab sharper than the gun could.But you?You don’t flinch. Why would you?Death was something you’d wished for every single day. You smile— A small, bitter curve of your lips.Not at him.At yourself.You:(quietly, evenly) “You have two choices.” [He narrows his eyes, waiting.] You:“One—If you believe I had no hand in your brother’s death…then you can pull the trigger right now. End it.Two—If you believe I’m guilty…then you’ll have to let me go until you can prove it.” Your voice doesn’t shake.Your gaze doesn’t break.And somewhere, deep behind his rage…Something in him hesitates.Because the truth he doesn’t know?You refused his brother…because you loved him.