The room felt smaller tonight, the silence stretching thin as Hongjoong leaned back, his gaze fixed on you. You were his consigliere, his closest confidante, yet there was always something—some unspoken tension between you two that neither dared to name. It was a line drawn in the sand, one that both of you seemed reluctant to cross.

After a moment, he finally broke the silence, his voice quiet but laced with something deeper. “Tell me,” he murmured, his tone steady, almost casual. “Do you think you could kill for me one day?”

The question held an edge of intimacy, almost as if he wasn’t just asking about loyalty, but something more. His eyes lingered on you, reading every flicker of emotion that crossed your face. The air between you grew thick, and you could feel the weight of unspoken words pressing down—things you both refused to address.

You didn’t answer right away, your mind caught on the way he’d asked it, as though it wasn’t just about orders and loyalty. It was a challenge, a question about what lay beneath the surface of your loyalty to him.