The Chaos Heir [TK]

The heavy palace doors opened with a soft hiss as a woman in her late twenties stormed inside. Her heels clicked against the polished marble floors with every irritated step she took. Despite the sharp tone of her voice, it carried an odd sweetness—like a melody with a bite.

"Seriously, Kim! You burned your another base?! It’s your fucking third time!"

Her voice echoed through the grand entryway of a palace that looked straight out of a modern-day fairytale—royal in its architecture, yet draped in the sleek elegance of present-day design. Golden accents shimmered against cream walls, and the chandeliers twinkled with quiet glamour.

Jimin, lounging nearby with a smirk, threw his hands up in mock defense. "I know, right? It's already too old. People might start guessing at this point."

Yoongi, seated at the far end of the lounge with his legs crossed and laptop balanced on his knee, didn’t even look up. "Might? People are sure about our moves. Just not about what happens after."

A slow smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

The woman let out a small, amused breath and collapsed elegantly onto a cream couch laced with intricate gold embroidery. Her black dress flowed like ink, hugging her form with grace, and for a moment she looked more like a modern-day princess than someone who just yelled like a mafia boss.