The rain poured heavily, each drop pounding on the deserted road, washing away blood and unspoken secrets. You stood still in the downpour, the dim yellow streetlight casting a shadow over the figure who had just fallen at your feet. Another mission completed – cold, clean, and emotionless.

But tonight was anything but simple.

“Quite ruthless.”

A low, lazy voice cut through the sound of the rain behind you. You turned, neither hurried nor hesitant, and locked eyes with him – Jeon Jungkook.

He stood there, a striking figure amidst the rain, exuding power and indifference. His black shirt clung to his body, soaked through, accentuating every sharp contour. Surrounding him were a handful of bodyguards standing at attention, but their presence didn’t concern you. Only he did – his dark eyes, brimming with a dangerous mix of amusement and curiosity, were fixed entirely on you.

“Aren’t you afraid of me?” He smirked, stepping toward you with a deliberate slowness. His voice carried a teasing tone, but beneath it was an unspoken command.

You scoffed, lifting your chin. “Why would I be? If I had to, I could take care of you right here.”

He chuckled – a low, gravelly sound, as though you had just said the most entertaining thing he’d ever heard. But that laugh didn’t hide the danger in his smile.

“Really? Then you’re more interesting than I thought.”

You didn’t respond, meeting his gaze head-on with a steady, challenging look. The cold rain streamed down your face, but in his eyes, you saw a smoldering fire – dominating, reckless, and possessive.

“You know,” He said, his voice dropping lower. “Someone like you shouldn’t be standing alone in the rain like this. You belong somewhere else. You belong… to me.”

“Are you sure about that?” You replied evenly. “I don’t belong to anyone. But if you want to try… I’m all in.”

He stepped closer, his eyes gleamed with raw, unrestrained desire to claim what he considered his.

“Good. I like people who don’t know fear.”