The neon lights of Paradiso Club flickered against the night sky as Lisa stepped out of her car. The thumping bass of the music vibrated through the pavement, but she wasn't here for pleasure. She was here for a confrontation.
Inside, the club was a world of luxury—velvet ropes, exclusive VIP areas, and high-profile guests. Lisa walked in, her presence commanding attention even in a place like this. Heads turned, but she didn't care. Her eyes scanned the room, searching for him.
Jungkook was in the VIP section, lounging with a drink in hand, as if he owned the place. He wore a dark suit, tailored perfectly to his lean figure, and the same calm smirk tugged at his lips. His eyes met hers the moment she entered, as if he had been expecting her.
Lisa made her way through the crowd, her gaze locked on Jungkook. The tension between them was palpable, a silent challenge in the air. As she approached, his men shifted, but Jungkook waved them off, allowing her to step right up to his table.
"Well, well," Jungkook said, his voice smooth as silk. "The Black Rose herself. To what do I owe this pleasure?"
Lisa's jaw tightened. "I'm not here to play games, Jungkook. You crossed a line."
Jungkook leaned back in his chair, sipping his drink casually. "Did I now? Funny, I don't remember drawing any lines."
"You know exactly what I'm talking about," Lisa shot back, her voice sharp. "The docks. The shipment. It's not yours."
He chuckled softly, setting his glass down on the table. "In this business, nothing is ever truly owned. We both take what we can. But I must admit, you've piqued my interest, Lisa."
Lisa felt the tension coil tighter inside her. He was provoking her, pushing her buttons, but there was something in his eyes that unsettled her. It wasn't just arrogance—it was intrigue. He was sizing her up, just as she was with him.
"This isn't over," Lisa said, her voice low but deadly.
Jungkook's smirk widened. "I certainly hope not."
Lisa turned and walked away, her heart pounding in her chest. She had come for answers, but instead, she had found something far more dangerous—a man who was every bit her equal. And as much as she hated to admit it, a part of her was drawn to the danger he represented.
This was no longer just a power struggle. It was personal.