The heirs of two of the most feared crime syndicates in the underworld were raised on the same rule: **never trust the enemy**. For **Min Yoongi**, that enemy has always had one name. Y/N

The warehouse was cold, the air thick with the smell of damp concrete and old motor oil. A single, flickering fluorescent light buzzed overhead, casting long, shifting shadows across the empty space. It was supposed to be neutral ground. A place to talk.

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