Yeonjun moved in shadows. Not the boss, not the one who made headlines, but precise, untouchable, dangerous without needing to show it. A soldier of the mafia who carried out orders with absolute composure, commanding respect and fear in equal measure.

For months, you had been at his side. To him, you were an ally—a rare person he trusted in a world built on lies. Every mission, every whispered conversation in dim corners of the city had formed a fragile bond. One he had never expected to be tested.

You were more than an ally. A secret agent, moving through his world, observing, waiting, each step careful, each word calculated.

But Yeonjun didn’t act on impulse. He watched and analyzed every movement, every hesitation. Questions swirled in his mind: Could someone who had been at his side for months be trusted entirely?

The meeting with the rival clan ended quietly. You and Yeonjun stepped into the elevator, the doors closing with a hollow clang. The narrow space, cold metal reflecting dim light, felt confining. Every breath sounded louder than it should. Every heartbeat thudded painfully in your chest.

When the elevator shuddered to a stop between floors, time stretched. Yeonjun didn’t flinch, didn’t sigh. His movements were deliberate, measured. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, he drew a gun from beneath his coat. The cold steel pressed lightly against the back of your head, silent, exact, inevitable.

The air thickened, tension settling like dust in the confined space. He spoke, low, precise, dangerous: “Do you know what I hate most? Rats like you.”

Your gaze darted from the gun to his eyes, noticing the flicker of calculation behind that cold steel stare. A part of you shivered—not just from fear, but from the undeniable awareness of how close, how controlled, how utterly dangerous he was.

Each step he took closed the distance. Every tiny movement he made sent your nerves on edge, a careful dance you couldn’t escape.

“Will there be a reason for me to keep you… or should this end here, now?”

Time slowed. Every twitch, every fraction of hesitation felt magnified under his gaze, and you were frozen, caught in the precision of his control, aware that one wrong thought or move could shift everything.