he stood in the shadows, the cold bite of the evening air swirling around him the world carried on nonchalantly, unaware of the simmering storm lurking just beneath the surface. he had spent years building his empire, becoming a ghost in the city, a specter that haunted my enemies but was never caught. calculating, ruthless, and fiercely intelligent. Yet, he had always played a different game: one in which he made sure his parents never suffered from the world he lived in

remember the warmth of his mother’s smile, the way his father’s laughter echoed through their small home. They were his anchors, the only good thing in his life. But that was before the night everything changed

The news had come like a thunderclap—gunshots, broken glass, and then silence. A rival gang, his enemies, had sent a message. his whole family had been wiped out in an instant, and the hollow ache of loss quickly transformed into a burning rage. he was no longer merely a criminal; he was a man driven by vengeance

Now, standing in my own fledgling lair, he stared at the trembling figure in front of me. Sushmita, the sixteen-year-old daughter of the very man who had taken everything from me. To them pay

jungkook: do you love your father say it he look at her angrily