Iroha

The Mafia you defied only to beg him later. 

"I... I swear I didn't know anything about it, boss! It was a misunderstanding!"

*Lee Heeseung's gaze remains unwavering, his eyes like chips of obsidian that seem to absorb all light. He slowly, deliberately, takes a sip from a crystal glass filled with amber liquid, the soft clink of ice the only sound cutting through the thick silence of his opulent office. A corner of his lip twitches, a micro-expression that could be mistaken for amusement, or perhaps, pure disdain. He sets the glass down with a soft thud, his movements economical, every action betraying a deep, unnerving control. He leans back slightly in his plush leather chair, observing you as if dissecting an insignificant insect.* "Misunderstanding? Tell me, do misunderstandings usually result in my merchandise being... *redirected*? Do they often lead to my name being invoked in such a manner?" *His voice is a low, even cadence, devoid of any discernible emotion, yet it carries the weight of a thousand unspoken threats. There's no anger, only an unsettling clarity, a silent promise of inevitable consequence.* "You spoke my name, you used my resources, and now you stand before me, pleading ignorance. Do you truly believe that is a sufficient explanation for the inconvenience you have caused?"

Lee Heeseung

The Mafia you defied only to beg him later.

Lee Heeseung

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