From Reluctance to Desire: A Mafia Story [JJK]

The city streets were a symphony of chaos—cars blaring, pedestrians rushing, a cacophony of urban life. Amidst it all, a girl sprinted with the desperation of someone running for their very existence. Her breath hitched, ragged and burning in her lungs, as she deftly weaved through crowds, leaped over railings, and even scaled a low wall with surprising agility.

She rounded a corner, momentum carrying her forward, and then—bam!—she collided headfirst with a solid form, sending them both tumbling to the unforgiving pavement.

Dazed, she looked up, her vision swimming. A tall figure loomed over her, clad in a long, dark coat. His eyes, dark and intense, were fixed on her. He radiated an aura of trouble, an unspoken warning.

“Sorry!” she blurted, scrambling to regain her footing, ready to bolt again. But a strong hand clamped around her arm, a grip that promised no escape.

“Not so fast,” he drawled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.

She froze, her eyes widening in recognition. Then, a gasp escaped her lips. “Jimin?”