They called you the Storm of the Underworld. A name heavy enough to send tremors across the mafia world. Once, your family had been the most powerful force in the underworld, ruling with fear and unshakable authority. But one night changed everything. A single betrayal from within your own force tore it all apart. Your family was slaughtered, the empire reduced to ashes. Only you and your little cousin sister survived—saved by one of your father’s most loyal men. That night you were just children. That night turned you into something else. Since then, rage lived in your veins. You grew violent, merciless. You stopped seeing humans as people; to you, they became worse than beasts. A beast you could pity—but a human? Never. The only exception was her. Your sister. The piece of your heart that refused to die. She had been too little back then, too young to remember the blood-soaked night. Unlike you, she grew up mischievous, cheerful, always smiling like the sun that mocked your darkness. She loved to tease you, to scare you, to test the limits of your patience. And though you hated everyone else, one moment of losing her would be enough to stop your heartbeat entirely. Tonight was no different. She had gone outside without your permission—again. Thinking she could slip back before you noticed. But she was late. Too late. And she knew by now you would already be looking for her. When she finally pushed the door open, she peeked her head inside, her eyes wide with fear and guilt. But what she saw left her frozen. You were kneeling in the middle of the room. Blood dripped steadily from your clenched fists, pooling on the cold floor. Broken glass and shattered furniture surrounded you—silent witnesses of the storm you had unleashed just to keep from tearing the world apart. Because the thought of losing her… even in imagination… had been unbearable.

The city knew you as the Underworld King. Ruthless. Untouchable. But there was one truth they didn’t know—your greatest strength wasn’t your army, your empire, or your name.It was her.Your detective. Your shadow.The only one who could predict the danger before it even touched you. Tonight, though, your chest felt heavy. You had sent her into enemy territory.A mission dangerous enough to destroy your entire force. She had never failed before—but this time your gut twisted with unease. You paced your office, cigarette untouched in the ashtray. The clock ticked louder with every passing second.Where is she? Why is it taking so long? And then—The door creaked open. She stood there. Blood dripping from her torn sleeve, bruises painting her skin. But her lips… curved into a smile. Not just a smile—it's a pride. The kind of pride that glowed even through the pain. Her steps faltered as she stumbled inside. Her voice, weak but steady, whispered only two words: “I did it.” Her knees buckled—but you were faster. You caught her before her body hit the floor, your arms wrapping around her trembling frame. You had already heard the news. She did the impossible—what you doubted even your entire force could achieve. Alone. And yet, looking at her now—broken, bleeding, barely holding on—your chest burned.Pride. Anger. Fear. Love.All tangled, choking you. Without a word, you carried her to the couch, laying her down gently. Your hands worked quickly—cleaning, stitching, treating. Every time the needle touched her skin, her body flinched. She clenched her eyes shut, trying to hide the pain from you. Finally, the storm inside you broke. “How dare you do something like this?!” “If something had happened to you today, then my—” You froze. The words clawed at your throat. You realized what almost slipped. (“The sentence you left incomplete was : If you were gone… what would become of me?”)

Title:Love triangle. They were the kings of your college—three boys, three legends, three names everyone whispered with admiration. Together they were untouchable, every girl’s dream and every guy’s envy. Tall, handsome, untouchable. They walked through the corridors like kings, and the world bent around them. Every girl in the college secretly wished to be noticed, every boy envied them. But you? You were the exception.The quiet storm in their perfect little kingdom. You never chased them, never bowed, never even cared to look twice. And maybe that’s why… they noticed you. First it was Alice—the charmer, always smiling, always playful. He started with jokes, stealing your notes, teasing you in class. His laughter was the kind that made hearts melt. But with you? He was serious. For the first time, his eyes held something more than games. Then came Alex—the cold one, the genius everyone feared to approach. He never spoke unless necessary. But you saw him watching, his gaze lingering a little too long. And one evening in the library, he finally said it, voice low: “You have no idea how much you distract me.” And then there was Adi—the wild one, reckless, unpredictable. Fights, bike rides, late-night chaos… he was the fire everyone wanted to touch but couldn’t. Except you. With you, he softened. Once after practice, sweat dripping, bruised knuckles raw, he looked at you and whispered: “Without you, I’m nothing.” Three boys.Three kings. One heart they all wanted—yours.And now, every glance, every word, every choice of yours…was pulling them deeper into a war they never thought they’d fight. The question is—When the whole college is watching,when three legends are willing to burn the world just for you…Whose hand will you finally hold?

If she was winter—calm, composed, and steady…/Then you were summer—fiery, impulsive, and restless. From the very beginning, she had been your shield.After her parents died in a tragic car accident, your father—her uncle—took her in. And though she wasn’t his biological daughter, he loved her as if she was his own. She grew up faster than anyone else.Wiser than her age, colder than her smile.You, on the other hand, burned too brightly— mischief, rebellion, and endless energy. The city knew your father as one of the most powerful businessmen, the head of the largest company.And you—the only heir.But truth be told, your father trusted her more than you.Not because you weren’t talented. In fact, when you actually put your mind to it, you were brilliant.But you never did. You spent more time teasing her than using your gifts. So when your father had to leave the city for business, he gave you a “test.” For the first time, he asked you to sit in his chair at the company.Of course, he didn’t leave you alone.He left her in charge of you. Everyone at the office expected chaos. They thought the fiery son would turn the empire upside down.But the moment you stepped in, something changed. Sharp eyes, quick decisions, flawless instinct—You handled every task thrown at you with surprising precision.In just hours, you finished more work than anyone thought possible. But of course… your nature didn’t change. And when the clock ticked past noon, you smirked, shoved the papers aside, and stood up.Freedom was calling.You almost reached the door.Almost. “Where do you think you’re going?” Her voice cut through the hallway like ice. You froze.Turning around slowly, you found her standing there—arms crossed, gaze sharp, already marching toward you. Before you could even come up with an excuse, she grabbed your ear.The next second, you were being dragged back inside by your ear. The future CEO of the company winced like a schoolboy in trouble.🫣🤭

The city whispered your name like a curse. Jeon Jungkook—the underworld’s most feared Mafia Boss whose presence made the entire city tremble. Mercy was a word erased from your dictionary. Tonight, however, power meant nothing. You lay on that leather couch,Your body was a canvas of wounds—blood soaking through the white of your shirt,and a cruel knife wound deep in your waist. Your guards stood like statues around you—armed, ruthless, ready to kill anyone who dared to come close. And then she walked in. Her heels clicked against the marble floor, echoing with confidence. She brushed past your guards, eyes sharp and unflinching.One of them muttered, “Careful, miss—” She lifted her chin and walked past them, ignoring the storm around her,and stopped directly in front of you.When her sharp eyes landed on you, for the first time in years, you felt exposed. Not because of the wound—but because of the way she looked through you.Without hesitation, she tore open your shirt.You winced in pain, your muscles twitching under her touch. “What are you doing?!” one guard barked, raising his gun toward her head.She didn’t even blink.With a sharp slap, she knocked his wrist aside. The gun clattered to the floor. Her hands returned to your wound, steady and precise, fearless.The room froze.You, the man no one dared defy, found yourself …impressed.Her fire, her fearlessness—it was something you had never witnessed.

The underworld raised you both. Not as siblings, not as friends—something deeper, something undefined. You grew up under the same master, the most feared mafia boss alive. From childhood, he trained you both to be his successors—equal in his eyes, deadly in the eyes of the world. But equality was never what you felt. She—your comrade, your rival, your shadow—was always one step ahead. Even as a girl in a merciless world, she carried herself with strength that burned you to the core. And while your master loved you both the same, you could never believe it. Every mission, every victory, you saw only proof that she was favored… that you were less. What you didn’t see was her heart. While you pushed her away, blinded by jealousy, she stayed close in silence. Even when sick, even when bleeding, she cared for you. She carried a love she never voiced, a love you never noticed. Until tonight. The mission had been brutal. You returned wounded, blood dripping from your arm. She was worse off than you—yet she came anyway, weak but determined, to care for you. But when you saw her, your bitterness spoke first: “Why are you here? To enjoy the sight of me suffering? If only this bullet had pierced my heart instead…” For the first time, she broke.Her palm cracked across your face, her voice trembling with rage and pain: “How dare you say that?” But you didn’t hear her pain—only the echo of her slap. Rage exploded, and in a moment you would regret forever, you shoved her away. And the world stopped. Because you were both standing at the edge. Her body tipped, balance lost, until only your hand clutched hers, holding her above the abyss. Bloodied, broken, she dangled in the night wind, her life hanging by your grip. But her eyes… they weren’t afraid. No terror, no plea. Only hurt. Only love. And then—she smiled. A cruel, broken smile not meant for you, but for herself. “Your chance,” she whispered. “Don’t waste it. Let go.”

Title:The Promise of Spring --- It was 2013,the very first BTS fan meeting. Among the sea of faces,you stood there—a Bangladeshi girl,the very first ARMY from your country. When your turn came,your heart was trembling.You knew this was the first and the last time.Korea and Bangladesh were worlds apart.After today, countless others would come to him—and perhaps he would forget you,just as artists often forget the many faces they meet. But you knew, deep inside, you could never erase him.So when you stood before Jungkook, you said only one thing: "If you ever remember me… you’ll find me in Rangamati, Bangladesh, in the season of spring."I’ll be waiting for you." He didn’t reply. Not because he didn’t care—but because he was speechless.The only thing he could give was a small, shy smile.And then he watched you walk away…The first Bangladeshi girl he had ever met—and with her departure,he felt something slip away from his heart that he never wanted to lose. Years passed. From 2013 to 2025, millions of fans came and went.Yet the memory of that one Bangladeshi girl never left him.The words you said haunted him, whispering louder with every passing season. "Rangamati… Spring… Waiting…" One night,unable to bear it any longer, he searched everything about Bangladesh.He learned about its six seasons,and about spring—Boshonto—the season of blooms. And fate was kind: the first day of spring was just three days away. Without hesitation, he booked the flight.This journey would be his gift to you. --- Now… it was the first day of spring. Jungkook set foot in Rangamati. The air was fresh, the lake shimmering like glass, the hills dressed in new green,and fiery red Shimul and Palash flowers burning across the horizon.This land was not like Korea—not as developed, but it held something far greater: "The pride of nature." And yet,even this breathtaking view couldn't calm his restless heart.Not until his eyes found you.

Title : His only weakness. --- The underworld was always painted in blood,power,and betrayal.Once,your father and his father had ruled this empire together. But now,he—Jeon Jungkook—had risen as the most dangerous,most powerful mafia boss alive. And you were the princess of this dark empire.Ever since your mother was taken from you in a rival’s attack,you despised this life.You dreamed of freedom,light, an ordinary existence untouched by violence. But your father had other plans.For him, your safety was everything.And in his eyes,only Jungkook could protect you. That’s why he forced the marriage—believing it was the only way to keep you alive. You hated it.Yet, strangely, Jungkook was not like your father, nor like the other merciless mafias you had known.He never stopped caring for you, even when you pushed him away.The world feared him, but to you, he was just a man who quietly loved you. And that was his only weakness. When his enemies learned of it,they struck.You were taken.Bound and bruised,you became the trap to break him.And it worked..Jungkook stormed their den,destroying everything in his path—until he saw you.One threat,and he stopped.He let them beat him mercilessly,refusing to fight back,because one wrong move could mean losing you. Your heart broke watching him fall like this—for you. And for the first time, you realized he was never your cage… he was your shield. With desperate strength, you tore free from their grasp and ran into his arms—and in that moment, the enemies fled in terror. He pulled you into his arms with the last of his strength,holding you tightly as if he had won back his very life. But then… his grip loosened. His hand slipped from your shoulder. His body collapsed against yours. Jeon Jungkook—the mafia boss the world could not destroy—now lay unconscious in your arms, broken only because he chose to bleed for you. And for the first time, you realized—you loved him. For the first time, you feared losing him.

You and he had grown up side by side, cousins bound by childhood memories. Your relationship was a constant mix of chaos and color—sometimes like a rainbow, sometimes like chameleons shifting with every mood. You fought like rivals, cared for each other like family, and supported each other like friends. Ever since he was little, he had dreamed of serving the country, joining the army. And now, having graduated, he received a government offer to fulfill that very dream. You didn’t want him to go—because soldiers risk everything for their nation, and for the first time, you realized you couldn’t bear to lose him. But this was his childhood dream, and his family supported him. He smiled, teasing your worry. “You always see me like a rival. So what if the rival steps aside? What’s the problem then?” For the first time, you couldn’t argue. You watched silently as he left for his post, heart clenched. Your quiet didn’t go unnoticed; even a year into his service, he could feel it. Then, today—the last day you expected him home—news came of trouble at the border. Soldiers had been injured, some killed. Your face went pale. Your whole world seemed to crumble. And then, from behind, a familiar voice made you freeze. You turned. He was there—alive, well, safe. Relief and fear collided in your chest. Without thinking, you threw yourself into his arms, holding him as if letting go would break you. “I won’t let you go again. I won’t let you go, not ever!” you cried. He hugged you tightly, warmth radiating through you. His voice, calm and steady, reached your heart: “Shh… I’m here. I’m not leaving. You don’t have to fear anymore.” In that embrace, your trembling heart finally felt safe, and all the worry, all the fear of losing him, melted away.

It was late when you finally began your journey home. The weather was cruel that night—thunder rumbling across the sky, rain falling in merciless torrents. Hoping to reach home quickly, you took the forest shortcut. But as the darkness deepened, you realized you had lost your way. The storm grew fiercer, lightning splitting the sky. Desperate for shelter, your eyes caught sight of an ancient castle—towering, eerie, and forgotten by time. Fear twisted in your chest, yet you had no choice. Summoning your courage, you stepped inside. The moment your feet touched the grand hall, something strange happened. With every step you took, the cold, desolate castle seemed to awaken—its ancient walls glowing faintly, as though your very presence lit the darkness. You had never seen anything like it; everything around you felt magical, surreal. And then… you felt it. A presence. You weren’t alone. From the shadows, two glowing crimson eyes pierced through the dark. As the moonlight fell across his face, you froze. His beauty was otherworldly, dangerous, and yet mesmerizing. But what left you breathless was something else—this was the boy who had haunted your dreams since childhood. The mystery you could never explain. He stepped closer, lips curling into a faint, knowing smile. “Welcome home… My Queen.” Confusion struck you. Did he just call you his queen? Before you could even form a thought, his voice echoed again, deeper, filled with centuries of longing: “Finally… you’ve come. I’ve waited a thousand years for this moment. At last… my Queen has returned.” Your heart thundered louder than the storm outside, torn between fear and an inexplicable familiarity—as though some part of you already belonged to him. --- Background (Hidden Past): Long ago,You weren’t human then—you were a vampire princess.his destined one.His father and yours once ruled together over the vampire empire.But during a brutal war,you died.but a prophecy said "you would return."

Title : “Immortal Obsession” --- In a world where bullets speak louder than words, loyalty is the deadliest weapon of all—deadlier than any betrayal. Once, this city was your kingdom, a realm where love and power intertwined effortlessly. Now, it is a battlefield, a living hell for both of you. He rules as the city’s most feared mafia king, but the greatest danger he has ever faced lies in you—your fire, your gaze, your fury, and the love you still carry. All of these could destroy him, reduce him to nothing. You were once inseparable, each other’s heartbeat, each other’s reason for existence. Now, you are adversaries, locked in a battle to erase one another. It began with misunderstandings, small and fragile, yet the embers of your immortal love continue to burn. And now, he is in your hands—bound, vulnerable. You have him captive, but why? Is it revenge you seek, or is it the rekindling of a love so fierce, so devastating, that neither of you can ever let it go?

You and he—two names your college carried like pride. Brilliant in class, unstoppable in talent, and the heart of every competition.Today, however,it was only him on the track.A race against your rival college and he's ready to face the rival college. Before the race began,Just before the whistle,you tied a red cloth around his head, smiling softly. “Red means courage and love. From me, you have both.” He had already been confident,but with your words, his steps carried fire.He ran like lightning, carrying your faith with every step.But midway, the cloth slipped off, scattering his focus.For the first time, doubt flickered in his eyes.For a second, his focus faltered.You felt your chest tighten.panic rise in your chest. Without thinking,You rushed to the finish line,waving,calling him with your presence. And the moment he saw you—sweat, breathless, desperate—something in him reignited,his stride changed. He no longer ran only for victory,but for reach you. With a final surge,He burst through the tape and straight into your arms.You held him tight as cheers shook the ground. And from the podium, your principal’s proud voice rose: “This victory isn’t just his—It's all of us.. it belongs to the bond that makes our college undefeatable.” --- He may have been the one running on the track, but the truth is—every step he took carried you. Without you, his race would’ve ended halfway. With you, it became a victory.

Title:Thank the thunder.. --- You and him. Same college, same classes, even the same hostel. He was your roommate—your shadow in every way. And your relationship? Complicated. You fought like enemies, cared like family, and sometimes—just sometimes—you acted like something far more dangerous. Nobody, not even you, could define what you really were to each other. But tonight was different. Outside, the storm raged. Rain hammered, thunder cracked, hail clattered like stones against the windows. You usually loved nights like this, but the thunder… it tore into you, shaking you from the inside out. No pillow pressed over your ears could drown it out, no deep breath could hold back the panic. So you gave in to instinct. Step by shaky step, you crossed the room to his bed. He was still awake, scrolling through his phone, but when he saw you—sweat dripping down your forehead, fear shimmering in your eyes, your knees unsteady—he froze. Surprise first, then worry. He tossed the phone aside and sat up straighter, watching you stop in front of him. You opened your mouth to speak, maybe to ask, maybe to beg—when the sky outside split with a violent roar. You screamed and without thinking, you leapt into his lap, clutching him tight, burying your face against his chest. His arms stiffened, his whole body struck as though the lightning had hit him instead of the ground outside. But then he wrapped you up, strong and steady, shielding you from everything beyond his heartbeat. His palm pressed over your ear, muffling the storm. His voice was low, firm, a comfort that wrapped tighter than his arms. “Don’t worry.. As long as I’m here, nothing can touch you.” --- Maybe you weren’t enemies. Maybe not just friends either. But in that storm, in that trembling embrace, one truth became clear—you were each other’s shelter.

Title : Enemies-to-lovers. --- You’d known him your whole life. From the very first day of school to the night you both graduated, he had always been there. Not as a friend, not quite as an enemy—but something in between. He was the storm that followed you everywhere, not because he wanted to win, but because he wanted to see you win… and then annoy you about it. You were the ambitious one, sharp, relentless, always a step ahead. He, on the other hand, carried an effortless charm, more interested in teasing you than chasing his own success. And maybe that’s why he never minded being second—because being behind you meant he could always get in your way. Now, years later, the game hadn’t changed. You were the city’s youngest CEO, and he—your special assistant. The title suited him far too well; it gave him every excuse to hover close, to smirk when you frowned, to remind you that no matter how high you climbed, he’d still be right there. This morning, the first day in your new office, you walked in ready to claim your space. The sunlight fell on polished glass, on the desk that marked your power. But there he was, already waiting. Leaning against your chair, his arms crossed, that same teasing smirk painted across his face. “Well, well,” he said smoothly, voice laced with mischief. “Congratulations, Ma’am.” The word stung more than it should have, not because it was wrong, but because of the way he said it—mocking, playful, infuriatingly familiar. You narrowed your eyes. “Try calling me that again, and you’ll be out of a job before lunch.” He stepped forward, lowering his voice just enough to make your pulse skip. “If I stop calling you Ma’am, how else will I remind you that no matter where you go, I’ll always be right behind you?” And there it was—your first morning as CEO, marked not by silence or ceremony, but by the one person who had never let you forget who you were.

He’s always there—just one step behind you, tall, steady, impossible to ignore. Your father calls him your protection. To you, he feels like a shadow you can’t escape. At first, you thought he was cold. His silence, his sharp eyes, his perfectly measured steps—they all screamed distance. He never laughed, never slipped, never let his guard down. He was made of discipline, carved in stone. And yet… you noticed things. How his gaze would shift the moment you stumbled on a stair, catching you before you even fell. How he always walked on the side of the street closer to the traffic. How his hand would rest near the small of your back in a crowded place—not touching, but close enough to shield. You’d never admit it out loud, but sometimes, his presence didn’t feel like a cage. It felt… safe. One evening, as you stepped out into the night, the city lights painted him in gold. For the first time, you really looked at him—not as just a bodyguard, but as a man. Broad shoulders, sharp jaw, eyes that seemed to hold storms. And when his eyes met yours, something strange stirred in your chest. “You don’t have to look so worried,” you said softly, almost teasing. His lips curved—not into a smile, but into something softer, something rare. “I’m not worried,” he replied, his voice low, steady. “I’m doing my job. And my job… is you.” Your breath caught. For a moment, the world around you faded, and you wondered if protecting you was truly all he saw as his duty—or if, like you, he was starting to feel the weight of something else, something neither of you dared to name.

In the underworld, you are feared. Your name carries weight,whispered with caution.Yet even there, as dangerous as you are,one name overshadows yours — her.Ji Yunhi. She is a ghost,a myth.Nobody knows her face, nobody has pierced her veil.Even the most ruthless mafia kings shudder when they hear her name.To the world outside, she doesn’t even exist. And yet…every night, you go home to her. Your roommate.The playful, clumsy, ordinary girl who steals your snacks, teases you, and falls asleep with her headphones on. Never once did you suspect her. Never once did you imagine that she could be the shadow you served under — the one you secretly admired, the one the world both feared and worshipped.Because in your heart, you were devoted to someone else — Ji Yunhi, the queen of the underworld. But everything changed that night. The mission was brutal, far more dangerous than usual. In the chaos, a bullet struck her stomach. Her mask shifted, just for a moment — enough for you to glimpse a face half-hidden by dark, heavy hair. Familiar. Haunting. And yet, you couldn’t place it. When you reached to help, she pushed you away. Her blood soaking the ground, her voice iron and sharp. She cared less about the wound, more about hiding her face. And then… she vanished into the shadows, leaving you stunned. Hours later, you returned home, exhausted and confused. And that’s when your world shattered. You froze at the doorway of the bathroom — your breath caught as you saw her, body trembling, shirt soaked crimson. The exact same wound. The exact same place. knife in her hand, slicing into her own stomach, fingers digging in until the bullet slipped free with a sickening sound. The blade clattered to the floor. Blood pooled, her body collapsing beside it. The bullet rolled, stopping at your feet. And in that moment, horror and realization struck you. Was it her all along? The one mystery you could never solve… living right beside you?

Your father isn’t just powerful — he is the name that shakes the underworld. A king among criminals. His voice alone could silence a room; his presence, a storm no one dared to face. For years, his enemies had tried to destroy him. None succeeded. Until they found you. You are his only weakness — his one soft spot in a world built on blood and steel. So when the threat came, it wasn’t vague. It was a promise. They were coming for you. He didn’t argue with fate. He didn’t ask for your opinion. He simply called in someone — a man you had never seen before, yet whose loyalty to your father was unquestionable.Jeon jungkook. The roar of a motorcycle broke the silence of the night. And then… you saw him. Clad in black, helmet hiding everything but his eyes — those eyes. Two molten, magnetic pools staring straight into yours. They weren’t gentle; they were a strange, dangerous kind of beautiful. The kind of beauty you knew could ruin you… and you didn’t care. “Get on,” he said, his voice muffled by the helmet but sharp enough to cut through your hesitation. Your father stood behind you, silent, watching. You knew this was goodbye — maybe for a long time, maybe forever. You took a step forward, drawn in by something you couldn’t explain. Your pulse quickened. Every instinct told you not to trust a stranger, but those eyes… they felt like gravity. You reached out to touch the cold metal of the bike—but before climbing on, you turned, your gaze finding your father’s. Your eyes were heavy, brimming with the ache of leaving. He met your stare, unflinching, and for a moment the king of the underworld looked only like a father. His voice was low, rough, and unshakable. “No matter where you go, you’re still my blood. And as long as you breathe, I’ll be at war for you.” -------------------------------(Good luck pookie 😉)

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.