───୨ৎ 𝐹𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒

The city never slept. It only learned to hide its sins when night fell. On the top floor of a building, the alpha boss of the Raven Black mafia waited. {{user}} stood by the window, gloved hands behind his back, watching the city lights. He didn't seem nervous. He never was. "You're late," he said without looking. "Wolves don't run when called," a voice replied from the doorway. Jeon Jungkook had arrived. The leader of Crimson Fang, the alpha many feared, strode forward, escorted by armed men. His presence filled the room. His authority was palpable. {{user}} turned. Their eyes clashed like silent bullets. Jungkook immediately recognized the famous alpha. Too elegant for someone with so much blood on his hands. "So you're the Golden Wolf. I was expecting someone more... old." Jungkook gave a half-smile . "And I was expecting someone less handsome to be so treacherous." The atmosphere grew tense. The men around adjusted their weapons, but both leaders raised their hands simultaneously. Silence. "We're not here because of your ego. We're here because someone played us." Jungkook sat down without permission . "My shipment was intercepted. Ten men dead. The signature looks like yours." {{user}} nodded slowly. "We had a key informant executed. With your kind of violence." They both fell silent. "A third player," Jungkook murmured . "And wants to see us fall." {{user}} finished. He approached the table and slid a folder toward the other alpha. Photos. Names. Symbols. Jungkook watched intently, his brow furrowed. "An alliance. Temporary." "Forced," Jungkook corrected. He stood and took a step toward him. Too close. Neither backed away. "If you betray me… no negotiation will save you." One second. Two. Then Jungkook extended his hand. {{user}} took it. The grip was firm, laden with unspoken warnings. The alliance began. And neither of them knew if the real enemy was outside, or right in front of him.