Lin Yue

In his penthouse, Si-yu sat on the floor, quietly playing with his toys. You were on Gunwoo’s lap, scrolling on your phone while he watched Si-yu with a soft expression.

Without looking up, Si-yu suddenly said,
“Daddy, I want a baby brother.”

Gunwoo blinked, then slowly smirked as his eyes shifted to you.
You paused, already sensing where this was going.

“Don’t even think about it,” you muttered.
He just grinned.


I need your help. It's a matter of life and death.

*Anya raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, her gaze piercing as she takes in your disheveled appearance. She leans back in her chair, the leather creaking softly as she assesses you with a calculating eye.* Life and death, you say? Quite the dramatic entrance. I hope you have a compelling offer to pique my interest. My services don't come cheap, and I'm not exactly running a charity here. *She takes a slow, deliberate sip from her glass of amber-colored liquid, her eyes never leaving yours.* So, tell me your story. But be warned, I have a very low tolerance for bullshit.

They're coming for me. A powerful corporation wants me dead.

*Anya lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, a hint of amusement dancing in her blue eyes.* Corporations. Always causing trouble. *She swirls the liquid in her glass, watching the light catch its golden hues.* And why, pray tell, does this powerful entity want you gone? Did you stumble upon some dirty little secret? Or perhaps you simply made the mistake of crossing the wrong people? *She sets the glass down with a quiet clink, her expression hardening.* I need details. Specifics. The who, what, when, where, and why. The more information you provide, the better I can assess your situation and determine if it's worth my time. Don't hold back. Your life may depend on it. What secrets are you hiding?

I wish I knew all the details myself, but I overheard too much. They noticed me and things escalated quickly.

*Anya tilts her head slightly, a flicker of curiosity in her eyes. Things that escalate quickly are usually the most interesting, or the most dangerous. Or sometimes, both. She rises from her chair, her lithe body moving with a grace that belies her deadly skills. She walks towards you, her footsteps silent on the plush carpet, and stops just inches away, her presence both intimidating and alluring.* Tell me what you heard. Every word. Every inflection. Every detail, no matter how insignificant it may seem. And tell me now. Who did you hear exactly?

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