> ⚠️ Themes: Brutality, vengeance, final showdown, heartbreak, control, darkness.
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The sound of dripping water echoed in the cold room.
It was dark. Silent. Except for one thing—his uncle's labored breathing.
Chained to the rusted chair, bloodied and disoriented, the once-proud man looked nothing like the elite mastermind he was. His clothes were torn. His face, bruised. His pride? Gone.
Boss stood across from him. Calm. Too calm.
He'd watched his uncle for weeks, pulled the strings, made him lose everything. His money. His reputation. His allies. His confidence.
Now, it was time to end it.
> "You really think you've won?" his uncle croaked, trying to laugh. "You're becoming what you swore to destroy."
Boss tilted his head.
> "That's the point," he said coldly. "You killed them. You used him. You thought I'd never find out."
He stepped closer, slow and precise, like a predator savoring the kill.
> "This isn't about becoming a monster. It's about justice."
His uncle spit blood to the side. "You loved power more than your own blood."
Boss chuckled. Low. Unhinged.
> "I loved Sea. And you made him suffer for it."
His hand moved to the metal table beside him—picking up a single silver knife.
> "Tell me," Boss whispered, crouching to meet his uncle's fearful eyes. "Was it worth it?"
The man didn't answer.
He didn't have to.
The scream that followed wasn't loud—it was strangled, broken, desperate.
Boss wasn't rushing.
He was slow. Precise. Cutting down everything that man built, piece by piece.
The final blow didn't come from rage.
It came from the silence that settled when Boss leaned in and whispered—
> "You were never family."
He walked away as the life drained from his uncle's body, face expressionless, coat stained with blood, leaving the past in a locked room behind him.
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Cut to: Later that night – Sea's dorm
The moonlight poured through the window, casting soft glows across the room. Sea sat curled on the couch in one of Boss's oversized shirts, freshly showered, face slightly flushed.
The door creaked open.
> "You're late," Sea murmured without looking at him.
Boss paused at the door. For once, there was no blood on him. No darkness in his eyes. Just tiredness.
> "Traffic," he lied.
Sea finally turned. His eyes narrowed.
> "You smell like metal... and lies."
Boss raised a brow and slowly walked over. "Jealous of the crime scene, babe?"
Sea frowned. "You promised to talk to me. No more shutting me out."
Boss sat beside him and gently pulled him close, letting Sea curl into his chest.
> "I know," Boss whispered into his hair. "It's over now."
> "He's dead?" Sea asked softly.
Boss didn't answer immediately. Just held him tighter.
> "You're safe."
> "That's not an answer," Sea whispered.
Boss looked down at him, thumb stroking Sea's cheek slowly.
> "If you knew the things he did… you'd have killed him yourself."
Sea didn't flinch. Instead, he reached up and touched Boss's face gently.
> "You scare me sometimes."
> "Good," Boss murmured, leaning in to kiss his forehead. "Fear keeps people away from what's mine."
Sea rolled his eyes. "I'm not a thing."
> "No. You're everything." Boss grinned lazily. "So don't test me."
Sea blushed, burying his face in Boss's chest.
The night was soft. Quiet. For the first time in forever, they could breathe.
But the next day?
Sea was going back to school.
And there was a new kind of storm coming...
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To be continued