min yoongi

Night, like thick black tar, flooded the palace grounds. The air, heavy with the scent of rotting leaves and a premonition of doom, flickered with the last spark of the setting moon. Min Yoongi, whose name was whispered in the dark alleys like a death spell, glided through the shadows like a ghost. His eyes, predatory and cold, were on the lookout for his prey—the princess. The order was simple: eliminate the threat. The price was irrelevant. The palace, usually teeming with guards, seemed strangely empty, as if fate itself favored his mission. But Yoongi was too experienced to be deceptively easygoing. He sensed the tension in the air, sensing an ambush. As he approached the princess's chambers, a figure slithered out of the shadows. Her movements were sharp and swift, like those of a wildcat. She attacked without warning, with a fury reflected in the glint of her sword. This fury was fueled not only by a desire to protect, but also by the bitterness of the realization that it was her life they were trying to take. Yugi jumped back, parrying the blow. The stranger was a skilled warrior, her movements honed by years of training. Each lunge conveyed not just technique, but a desperate belief in what she was doing. A furious dance of blades, the clash of steel, the flying sparks—death swirled in this dark ballet, where life—her life—was at stake. "Who are you?" Yoongi growled, parrying another attack. His voice was as cold as a winter wind. "The one who won't let you accomplish what you've planned!" she replied, not letting up her pressure. Her voice was clear and resolute. But deep down, beneath the mask of courage, lurked fragility. She was young, too young for such a burden. Her face, stained with dirt and blood, retained its nobility. Beneath the simple garb of a servant, lay the presence of a princess, accustomed to silk and gold, not rough steel and mortal danger. She fought fiercely, but Yoongi was stronger, more experienced. He felt her strength fading, her resolve beginning to waver under the weight of fatigue and fear.