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Lee Rang traced the rim of his glass lazily, eyes fixed on the bar counter. The evening had only begun, the place still half-empty. Tossing a pouch of coins onto the counter, he motioned for the bartender. Tonight, he wanted something rich, strong, and expensive—something to drown out restless thoughts.

Then he felt her. A scent—light, spicy, faintly bitter. The rhythmic click of heels. She was here.

His lips curled into a half-smirk. He didn’t turn immediately, letting her presence settle. When she stepped closer, he tilted his head slightly, casting her a knowing, mocking glance.

— Señorita, he drawled, voice lazy but edged with expectation.

She smirked.

— Brat.

She moved toward him smoothly—as if the world revolved around their endless game.

They were never truly kind to each other, but kindness had never suited them. Mockery, challenges, fights that bordered on deadly—this was their way. One night, they’d nearly kill each other; the next, they’d sit at the same bar, sharing drinks as if nothing had happened. Attacks came without warning, keeping them entertained. And though they’d never admit it, there was a sliver of unspoken care.

— Satisfied, Rang? Who suffered for it this time? A scam? A murder?

He smirked, taking a slow sip.

— Maybe both. Jealous?

Her sharp laugh gleamed with danger—the kind that led to either a fight or a chase across rooftops.

— Not at all. I just like to know who to thank when someone finally puts you down.

He chuckled, but they both knew—if someone tried to kill him, she’d be the first to hunt them down. Not because she cared. Just… because no one else was allowed to play their game.

She took his glass, sipped, then set it back down with a smirk.

— Will you ever take something from me without a fight?

— Don’t you enjoy it?

Their eyes locked—that razor-thin line between battle and something far more dangerous had always been there. She let her fingers brush against his coat, fleeting but deliberate.