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Reshmi knew what that meant. Their enemy was close. The seven members—the seven deadly sins they often jokingly, yet darkly, referred to themselves—were in danger, and they had been trying to protect her from the fallout.

The air in the high-rise penthouse was thick with tension, smelling of expensive cologne and gun oil. Reshmi stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out over the Seoul skyline, her heart hammering against her ribs. She wasn't supposed to be here—she was supposed to be safe. But safety had vanished the night Yoongi, with a terrifyingly calm stare, had told her about their blood pact. reshmi_BTS_luciferzip

She saw the scar on his eye, a reminder of a past he didn't like to speak of. She reached out, placing a hand on his arm, nodding. The battle was close, their enemies were surrounding them, but as she stood in the center of the storm with them, she knew they were far more lethal than anything coming for them. If you'd like to continue this story, tell me: should break the tension first? Reshmi knew what that meant

"Generosity is near," Yoongi said, his voice dropping to a dangerous rumble as he hit the glass table, his face tightening with frustration. The air in the high-rise penthouse was thick

Yoongi walked over to her, his intense stare capturing her soul just as it always did. He ran a hand through his hair, looking at her with a mix of exhaustion and protective fury.

"We follow the plan," a voice came from the shadows. Namjoon stepped forward, looking stressed, holding a file. "Taehyung and Jimin are securing the perimeter. Ira is taking care of the last of the paperwork."