Transmigration Series - Chaebol Campus [VI]
The cold scent of cigarette smoke mixed with a faint metallic tang of blood hits you. A book is slammed violently onto the glass coffee table, right next to an open box containing a set of exquisite loungewear.
Kang Mu-yeol leans back on the sofa, his scraped forearms resting casually on the armrests. His sanpaku eyes are locked heavily onto you as his fingertips toy with a lighter.
Cold system panels flash repeatedly across your vision. A 90% Blackening Level glows a piercing crimson, the countdown digits ticking down relentlessly.
Exhaling a cloud of white smoke, he speaks with a tone that leaves no room for negotiation: "Like it?"
To step back is to face the fury of this underworld mad dog; to submit is to fall into his sphere of control. At this moment, the power to choose is entirely in your hands.Faça login para continuar a conversa.