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The floor beneath your palms felt freezing cold.

Cold enough to sting.

Yet the warehouse around you burned with heat and smoke and the thick metallic smell of blood until every breath scraped painfully down your throat. Your knees screamed every time they touched the concrete, torn denim soaked through where skin had split open from being dragged across the floor earlier.

Another crack echoed through the warehouse.

You flinched violently.

Hyun doubled over in the chair with a muffled cry strangled behind the cloth shoved into his mouth. Blood spilled down his chin in slow thick drops while the man standing behind him casually twirled the metal rod in his hand again.

“Please,” you sobbed instantly, voice collapsing into itself. “Please stop, please, he can’t breathe anymore.”

Nobody reacted.

The men surrounding Hyun looked terrifyingly detached from what they were doing. One lit a cigarette while another checked his watch. Like this wasn’t a human being tied to a chair in front of them.

Like this wasn’t your husband.

Hours ago you’d been plating desserts in your restaurant kitchen while cursing at a broken tap.

4 Hours ago Hyun had texted you:Don’t wait up for dinner. Meeting ran late again.

Normal.

Everything had been painfully, beautifully normal.

And now fast forward his face was so swollen you could barely recognize him.

Your body jerked forward again only for the arm hooked around your throat to tighten brutally.

“Sit still,” the man behind you muttered. You thrashed more in his hold, moving your legs,-arms everywhere you could.

“He’ll die!” you cried hysterically. “Please, I’m begging you, he'll die. "

A low voice interrupted from somewhere ahead.

“He already knew that.”

The entire warehouse quieted instantly.

Even the man holding you loosened his grip slightly.

You looked up through tears, breathing through your sniffles.

The man sitting across the room hadn’t moved once since you’d arrived.

The man sitting across the warehouse looked terrifyingly disciplined.

Dark hair pulled tightly back into a short knot, the shaved sides exposing the sharp structure of his face beneath the dim amber lights. A black turtleneck hugged his frame neatly, expensive without needing logos, making him look less like a gangster and more like someone who belonged inside boardrooms where people disappeared with signatures instead of bullets.

That was what made Im Baek-jeong unsettling.

Nothing about him appeared loud.

Not the posture lazily sunk into the chair. Not the calm expression resting across his face.

He looked composed in the same way a knife looked composed resting quietly on a table.

Cold. Purposeful. Dangerous only once somebody touched it.

And his eyes…

God.

They held the kind of stillness that came from a man who no longer hesitated before ruining lives. Like violence had stopped being emotional for him years ago and had simply become routine. Even with Hyun screaming somewhere beside you, Baek-jeong only tilted his head slightly, watching the scene unfold with the detached patience of someone waiting for a business meeting to end.

Nobody needed to say his name aloud.

The fear surrounding him said enough.

The warehouse itself seemed to bend around his presence. Men twice your size avoided looking directly at him for too long. Every movement around him felt measured carefully, like everyone feared making noise in front of something sleeping.

And the worst part?

He didn’t even look angry.He looked bored.irritated.

Your stomach twisted violently.

“Please…Mr....please...” Your voice cracked completely now. “Please help him.”

Baek-jeong’s eyes settled on you at last.

Dark.Still.Empty.

Like looking into water too deep to see the bottom.

He inhaled slowly from his cigarette before standing.

The sound of his shoes against the concrete echoed softly while he walked toward you both without urgency. Not a single man spoke during it.

Up close, you noticed blood across his knuckles.

Old blood.

New blood.

Enough that it no longer seemed to matter.

Baek-jeong crouched in front of Hyun first.

The reaction was immediate.

Hyun started shaking.Not from pain.Fear.Real fear.

Your chest tightened painfully at the sight because Hyun wasn’t a weak man. He hated violence, hated arguments, hated even raising his voice during fights with you.

Yet now he looked at Baek-jeong like he was staring at death itself.

Baek-jeong grabbed Hyun’s jaw suddenly, forcing his bruised face upward. Hyun groaned in pain and fear.

“You should’ve told her,” he murmured softly.

Hyun squeezed his eyes shut immediately.

Your pulse stumbled.

“Told me what?” you whispered shouted.

Baek-jeong glanced toward you for a brief second then again shifted his focus on hyun.

“Your husband works for Mirae Finance, doesn’t he?”

Confusion flashed through you instantly.

“Yes, but what does that have to do with anything?” nodding your head subconsciously.

A faint smile touched his mouth.

Tiny.

Cruel.

“Mirae launders money through IKFC routes,” he said calmly. “Offshore accounts. Illegal transfers. Debt movement.”

You stared at him blankly.

None of the words even sounded real Or making sense.

“What?” you replied I'm confusion.

Baek-jeong looked at you now almost amused by your confusion.

“He took money,” he continued softly. “Moved assets he wasn’t authorized to touch. Thought nobody would notice.”

“No,” you said immediately, turning toward Hyun desperately. “Tell him he’s lying.”

Hyun wouldn’t look at you.

That terrified you more than the blood.

“No…” your voice weakened. “Hyun?”

His shoulders shook violently.

And suddenly memories started rearranging themselves inside your head.

Late-night calls.

Cash deposits.

Arguments avoided.

The expensive watch.

The constant stress.

The lies.

“Oh my God,” you whispered, covering your mouth in shock.

Baek-jeong watched your heartbreak unfold in complete silence.

Like he’d seen this exact scene a hundred times before.

“You ruined her life for greed,” he said quietly toward Hyun. “That irritates me.”

Something inside you snapped instantly.

“You don’t get to say that!” you screamed angrily suddenly, tears pouring harder now. “Look what you’re doing to him!”

Silence crashed through the warehouse.

Complete silence.

Even the men behind you stiffened amd released you completely.

Baek-jeong slowly turned his head toward you.

For the first time all night, emotion flickered across his face.

Not rage.Worse.Disbelief.

Like nobody had spoken to him that way in years.

Your chest heaved violently while tears blurred your vision.

“You’re a monster,” you whispered.

One of the men near the wall inhaled sharply.

Another looked down immediately.

Baek-jeong stood slowly and came face to face with you.

The movement alone made panic crawl violently up your spine.

Still, you couldn’t stop, your rage was over powerinh your ability to think.

“You think this makes you powerful?” you choked out, wiping your tears aggressively. “You’re pathetic. Beating people half to death because you can’t act human for one second.”

The slap happened before your brain caught up.

Your palm cracked across his face hard enough to turn his head slightly sideways.

The sound echoed brutally through the warehouse.

And then…

nothing.

Nobody breathed.

Nobody moved.

The men surrounding you looked horrified.

Actually horrified.

Your own hand trembled violently afterward while reality finally crashed over you.

You had just hit Im Baek-jeong.

Slowly, he looked back at you, faint marks from your ring got visible on his left cheek.

Your stomach dropped so hard it physically hurt.

No shouting.

No immediate violence.

That somehow felt worse.

His tongue pressed briefly against the inside of his cheek while he stared at you in complete silence.

Then he smiled.

Not normal.

Not sane.

Small enough to barely exist.

“You love him very much,” he murmured softly.

Fear flooded your body instantly.

Baek-jeong reached into his coat.

The gun appeared smoothly in his hand.

Hyun began screaming through the gag immediately, chair scraping violently against the floor while tears mixed with blood down his ruined face.

“No,” you whispered.

Baek-jeong stepped closer towards your ear.

“Hit me again,” he said calmly.

You stared at him in horror.

“What?”

“Go on.”

His voice stayed terrifyingly gentle.

“Let’s see if he survives another one.”

Your breathing shattered completely.

“No, please—”

Baek-jeong suddenly grabbed your wrist hard enough to bruise.

You cried out instantly as he shoved the gun into your trembling hands.

Cold metal pressed against your skin.

“No, no, no—”

“You wanted to hurt me,” he murmured near your ear. “Now we’ll see how far that courage actually goes.”

Hyun thrashed violently against the ropes, desperate muffled cries tearing through the gag while tears streamed openly down his face.

Your husband looked broken.

Guilty.

Terrified.

And somehow still worried about you.

“I’m sorry,” you sobbed toward him. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry—”

Baek-jeong’s hand wrapped slowly over yours.

His fingers settled directly against the trigger.

The warehouse disappeared around you.

All you could feel was the crushing pressure of his body behind yours and the violent shaking wrecking your hands.

“You know what men like your husband always misunderstand?” Baek-jeong asked softly.

The gun pointed toward Hyun’s chest.

Your vision blurred completely.

“They think intentions matter more than consequences.”

Hyun shook his head frantically.

Tears streamed endlessly down your face.

“Please don’t make me do this,” you begged brokenly. “Please, I’ll do anything.”

That made Baek-jeong pause.

Interesting.

His grip tightened slightly.

“Anything?”

You nodded desperately without thinking.

Hyun made a strangled sound instantly.

“No!” you cried toward him. “No, I’m trying to save you—”

Baek-jeong leaned closer.

Smoke and expensive cologne wrapped suffocatingly around you.

“If you wish to hate me,” he murmured quietly against your ear, “then survive long enough to do it properly.”

Your breathing stopped.

“What?”

“You’ll stay where I tell you. Work where I tell you.” His voice remained calm. “And maybe eventually I’ll believe you’re worth keeping alive.”

The words sank into your chest like poison.

You realized then this wasn’t punishment.

This was selection.

He was deciding your future while your husband bled to death in front of you.

“No…” you whispered weakly.

Baek-jeong’s fingers tightened over yours again.

“You slapped me for him,” he said softly. “So you can kill for him too.”

The trigger moved slightly beneath your fingers.

You started screaming, thrashing instantly.

The gunshot exploded through the warehouse.

Hyun’s body jerked violently backward against the chair.

Blood spread slowly across his shirt.

And then…

stillness, baek jeong took a step back and The gun slipped from your hands immediately.

Your knees hit the floor hard.

“No…” it was getting hard to breathe anymore.

The word came out shattered.

Tiny.

Impossible.

You crawled toward him desperately, hands slipping through blood while sobs ripped violently from your chest.

“Hyun, wake up,” you cried hysterically. “Please wake up, please don’t leave me.”

Nothing.

His head hung sideways unnaturally.

Eyes half-open.

Empty.

Your husband was dead.

And your fingerprints still burned against the gun.

A sound escaped your throat then that barely sounded human.

Pure grief.

The kind ripping straight from the soul.

You barely noticed Baek-jeong approaching again until his shadow fell over you.

Your body recoiled instinctively.

“Don’t touch me,” you whispered hoarsely.

But he crouched anyway.

Calm.

Unhurried.

Like your suffering fascinated him.

“You loved him enough to kill for him,” he murmured quietly.

You looked at him with raw hatred through tears.

“I’ll kill you.”

And for the first time all night…

Baek-jeong looked interested.

Not amused.

Interested.

His fingers brushed gently beneath your chin despite the blood staining your face.

“Then stay alive,” he said softly, removing the hair strand from your eyes. “Stay beside me long enough to learn how.”

Your chest tightened violently.

Because somehow those words felt less like a threat…

and more like a promise.

Behind him, Hyun’s body still sat tied to the chair beneath the dim warehouse lights while the smell of blood and gunpowder swallowed the air whole.

And somewhere deep inside your horror-stricken mind, another realization began unfolding slowly:

Im Baek-jeong had not merely destroyed your life tonight.

He had rebuilt himself directly into the center of it.

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