The cigarette glowed like a silent promise in the darkness of the room. Hongjoong sat behind the heavy desk, a golden flame flickering in the glass beside him, while the city sirens wailed outside. No one entered his office without fear, except you. As your fingers touched the edge of the table, he looked up. "Do you know what it means to stand here?" His voice was soft, but more dangerous than any bullet. You knew. And yet, you couldn't tear yourself away from him.