Levi's voice cracked as he screamed, raw anguish spilling from his throat:
"Didn't you think, Eren? Didn't you realize what you did to hurt me?"
Eren's eyes widened, shimmering with unspoken questions. His chest ached with confusion. Slowly, he reached forward and clasped Levi's trembling hand. His voice was gentle but firm:
"If I truly hurt you, then I should be punished. But first… tell me what my fault is. What sin have I committed?"
Levi's heart felt as though it would burst apart. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his voice breaking between sobs and fury.
"Why did you choose Tang Sun Moon? You know I can't bear to imagine you with anyone else. I would rather die, Eren! But you… you've crushed me intentionally. You wanted to break me!"
His words cut like daggers.
But before Levi could spiral further, Eren pulled him closer in a sudden motion, forcing their eyes to meet. His emerald gaze burned with an intensity Levi had never seen before.
"I never chose Tang Sun Moon," Eren said, his voice firm, steady, resolute. "I never will. I will always be with you, Levi. Always."
For a moment, the world stopped. Levi's body stiffened, his breath caught in his throat. The defenses he had clung to shattered all at once. His composure cracked into pieces.
With a sudden surge, Levi pushed Eren down onto the bed. His lips crashed against Eren's in a wild, frenzied kiss, tasting of desperation and tears. His movements were frantic, a storm of obsession. He bit down hard against Eren's neck.
"Ah—Levi!" Eren cried out, his voice trembling between pain and shock.
A dark, mysterious smile spread across Levi's lips as he licked the trace of blood he'd drawn. His eyes gleamed with something between madness and desire.
"This," he whispered in a husky tone, "is your punishment. Punishment for hurting me."
His hands moved with reckless urgency, unbuttoning Eren's shirt one button at a time, pressing fiery kisses along his chest. His breathing grew harsh, ragged. He trailed downward, tugging at Eren's waistband, unzipping his pants with deliberate slowness.
Eren panicked, trying to push him back, his voice trembling.
"Levi—what are you doing? Stop, please…"
But Levi only smirked darker, his tone heavy and dangerous.
"I want to make you mine everywhere. Completely. Body and soul."
Eren's heart pounded violently. His words shook with hesitation.
"But this isn't right… We're brothers. Mama and Dad adopted me. We—"
Levi's fury snapped. He bit down on Eren's lips so hard that blood smeared between them. His roar echoed through the room:
"You are mine! Only mine! We are not blood-related brothers, Eren. I have every right to you. And I will never let you leave me—ever!"
Helplessness welled in Eren's emerald eyes, glistening like glass ready to break. He whispered faintly, "But Levi…"
"Don't talk too much," Levi hissed, his voice sharp, almost feral. He bit his lips again, silencing him. "Or I'll punish you even worse."
He marked Eren with a storm of kisses and bites—across his cheek, down his neck, across the line of his jaw and nose. Each mark was a brand of possession. Eren groaned, his body trembling, his voice breaking into soft sobs that filled the night.
The room drowned in shadows and obsession.
Morning arrived too soon.
The first rays of dawn pierced through the curtains, casting light onto the broken fragments of glass on the floor. Levi stirred awake, the sharp sting of sunlight hitting his eyes. He growled under his breath, irritated.
"Why does this damn sun always rise so early?"
He turned his head—and there lay Eren. Bite marks covered his pale skin, bruises and red patches scattered across his neck and shoulders. His chest rose and fell faintly with each breath.
Levi's lips curled into a devilish smile. His voice was low but proud.
"Look, Eren… you got your punishment."
Eren slowly blinked awake, his body aching with exhaustion. His voice was barely audible, cracked from the night before.
"Today…?"
Levi leaned close, his lips brushing Eren's, his smile mischievous.
"Today is a holiday from university. So why not have another round?"
Without waiting for a reply, he silenced Eren once again.
🌒 That evening…
The dining table was drowned in tension. Mona, Zack, and Manager Aai sat in silence, their faces etched with fear and anxiety. Every clink of cutlery against porcelain echoed like a gunshot.
Mona's hands tightened around her glass. Fury burned in her eyes as she snapped at Zack:
"Did you go to the mafia factory again yesterday? What were you thinking?"
Zack exhaled deeply, his tone grim.
"Yes, Mona. I went. But there's a problem. One of Master's men took pictures of me with the mafia during our dealings. Now Master has those pictures… and he's blackmailing me with them."
Mona's eyes widened in horror. Her fingers dug into her palms until her knuckles turned white.
"Why is he doing this? Ever since our company climbed in rank, he's been sowing chaos—first sending Miss Mia, now this game. Why?!"
Zack turned sharply toward Manager Aai, his tone bitter, demanding.
"Why don't you know who this Master is? Where he hides? What he looks like?"
The manager hesitated, beads of sweat forming at his temple.
"Sir… the number Master calls from is encrypted and private. No matter what system we use, it can't be traced."
Mona's patience snapped. Her voice cracked into a furious scream.
"Then why do we even keep you? If you can't do this, you're useless!"
Zack raised his hand, trying to calm her.
"Mona, enough. It isn't his fault. The number truly can't be tracked."
But as those words lingered, something flashed in Manager Aai's mind. His expression shifted, pale as if haunted by something he had tried to bury. His breath quickened. A memory resurfaced—something he had never dared to reveal.
⏳ Six Days Ago
Driven by his own stubborn curiosity, Manager Aai had disobeyed orders. One night, using illegal software, he traced Master's call. Against all caution, he drove alone to the location.
The place was deserted, silent as a graveyard. A massive black steel door loomed before him.
As he approached, the crunch of footsteps echoed behind him. His heart leapt into his throat. He ducked into the shadows.
A man appeared, tall and broad, his face hidden beneath a heavy black hoodie. A gun gleamed in one hand, a phone in the other.
"Yes… everything is done," the man muttered into his device before opening the steel door.
The manager's breath quickened. Gathering his courage, he followed at a distance. As he slipped inside, a blast of icy air engulfed him. The place was cold—unnaturally cold, like a freezer.
His eyes widened in horror.
On the vast wall ahead, hundreds of photographs were pinned in perfect order. Each one a piece of a larger, sinister web.
Levi.
Eren.
Manager Aai himself.
Tang Sun Moon.
Nova.
Meng.
Brade.
Wrong.
War.
Mona.
Zack.
Every face they knew, every ally and enemy, displayed like prey marked by a hunter.
Manager Aai's hands shook violently. He pulled out his phone, snapping hurried photos. His chest pounded with terror.
But suddenly—WHACK!
A brutal strike landed on the back of his head. His vision blurred, the phone clattering to the floor. But the camera light blinked on, recording.
Blood trickled down his forehead as he forced himself to look up. And then—his blood froze. His pupils dilated in horror.
Before him stood a figure, shadowed but unmistakable.
His lips quivered, his words breaking into a stammer of pure terror:
"You… you… you are the Master?!"