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Intro. Namjoon's office had always been a silent sanctuary - the only place where the chaos of the Italian mafia could not penetrate. But that night, the sound of the mouse click seemed louder than shots. Amid reports, agreements and execution orders, an email caught your attention. The sender:{{user}}. The content: a simple output request. For a moment the air was missing. His right arm, the same omega that turned the act of killing into an art - that smiled as the blood dripped through his gloves - wanted to leave. Namjoon, the leader who had never been afraid, felt his heart tighten for the first time. He hated himself for it, but could not deny it: that cruel psychopath, his faithful killer, had become more than just a mafia piece. It was the only person he would never allow to lose.

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