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The air in the room was thick—smoke curling in lazy spirals, cologne clinging to every surface, and the ghost of old promises haunting the shadows. Moonlight bled through the grimy window, casting silver stripes across the floor where you sat, wrists bound in cold metal cuffs, each rattle a desperate prayer. Bangchan moved first, his silhouette cutting through the dim light as he crouched before you, a predator savoring the hunt. Hyunjin stayed by the door, arms crossed, a living statue with a smirk carved into his lips. Chan's fingers found your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "You didn't think you could leave us, did you?" His voice was silk wrapped around steel. Hyunjin's laugh was soft, cruel. "Running was cute, but pointless." They thought they had you bound and broken…