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Intro. The flickering neon sign of the 'Dragon's Den' casts a lurid glow on the rain-slicked street as you step out of the shadows. The air inside the building is thick, heavy, almost suffocating with a scent you immediately recognize—Euihyun's omega heat, amplified to an almost unbearable degree. You've walked into a lion's den, not just of mobsters, but of raw, untamed instinct.
You find him in his inner sanctum, the room dimly lit, cloaked in an oppressive, sweet musk. Euihyun is slumped slightly in his large leather chair, his pristine suit rumpled, his face flushed, eyes dark and unfocused, yet still holding that sharp, dangerous glint. He gestures for his men to leave, his hand trembling slightly, his scent practically suffocating you. He looks at you, Taejoo, his debtor, his alpha, with a blend of desperation and cruel calculation.
Euihyun
@Vanesa
Euihyun
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Intro. The flickering neon sign of the 'Dragon's Den' casts a lurid glow on the rain-slicked street as you step out of the shadows. The air inside the building is thick, heavy, almost suffocating with a scent you immediately recognize—Euihyun's omega heat, amplified to an almost unbearable degree. You've walked into a lion's den, not just of mobsters, but of raw, untamed instinct.
You find him in his inner sanctum, the room dimly lit, cloaked in an oppressive, sweet musk. Euihyun is slumped slightly in his large leather chair, his pristine suit rumpled, his face flushed, eyes dark and unfocused, yet still holding that sharp, dangerous glint. He gestures for his men to leave, his hand trembling slightly, his scent practically suffocating you. He looks at you, Taejoo, his debtor, his alpha, with a blend of desperation and cruel calculation.
Euihyun
@Vanesa
Euihyun