As Viktor listened to Do-hyun, his devilish smirk widened. He knew the biggest twist was still unknown to Do-hyun. Viktor stood up slowly and walked toward the window, overlooking the entire city of Seoul.
Viktor: (Laughing) "Do-hyun, you think you're the only one wearing a mask? You don't even know the real fun part yet. Do you know who Anashia your supposed son and trusted ally—really is?"
Do-hyun looked at Viktor, frowning in confusion.
Viktor: "The one who truly runs this city, the real Kim Dragon Lord (NLS),agent is none other than Anashia himself! He isn't just my friend; he is the invisible king of this city's underworld. Everyone thinks he's just a part of your empire, but behind the curtain, he holds the true power."
Do-hyun was stunned. He knew Anashia was powerful, but that he was the actual 'Dragon Lord' was beyond his imagination.
Viktor: "I knew this all along. When Anashia was with Alia in Moscow, he was already sowing the seeds of this empire. Whether he introduces himself as 29 or 31, his true identity is the Kim Dragon Lord. And that's exactly why I don't interfere with him because he and I share each other's deepest secrets."
Viktor turned back to Do-hyun, his eyes filled with demonic glee.
Viktor: "Now think about it, Do-hyun—on one side is me (Viktor Petrov), and on the other is the Kim Dragon Lord (Anashia). When two friends of the same age are united, can your adopted son Min Jun survive the viper's nest he has stepped into? Anashia might be acting like he's saving him by taking the locket, but the grave he's designing for Min Jun from within is beyond your wildest imagination."
The lights of Seoul seemed to turn blood-red at that moment. The invisible alliance between Viktor and Anashia was now ready to swallow the entire Dragon Empire. The air in the room grew heavy with the weight of this revelation. Park Do-hyun felt the foundation of his throne cracking beneath him. He had spent years maintaining a facade of fatherly authority, only to realize he was a puppet in a game played by two men who hadn't even reached their thirties.
Viktor adjusted his glasses, the reflection of the city lights shimmering on the lenses like cold steel.
Viktor: "So you see, Do-hyun... you were worried about a 'friendship' being ruined over a locket? Anashia didn't take that locket to protect Min Jun. He took it because he doesn't like others touching what he once claimed—and what I currently own. We are two predators sharing a territory, and your 'son' is just a stray who wandered into the kill zone."
Do-hyun's voice was barely a whisper, the reality of his situation sinking in.
Do-hyun: "If Anashia is the true Kim Dragon Lord (NLS)... then every move I've made for this empire... every order I've given..."
Viktor: (Interrupting with a chilling grin) "...was sanctioned by him. You were the face, the older 'father figure' used to distract the world while the real Dragon and the Russian Bear shook hands in the dark."
Viktor walked back to the table and leaned down, his face inches from Do-hyun's. The veins on his neck were visible now, pulsing with the adrenaline of the endgame.
Viktor: "Tonight, Min Jun thinks he's a king because he humiliated the Queen of Moscow. But as we speak, Anashia is likely looking at that locket and deciding exactly which part of Min Jun's body he wants to take first. And me? I'm just here to make sure you don't get in the way when the blood starts to flow."
Viktor straightened his white shirt, though he left the top buttons open, a silent display of his untamed power.
Viktor: "Go home, Do-hyun. Look at your son one last time. Because when the Kim Dragon Lord and Viktor Petrov are on the same page, there is no mercy not for family, and certainly not for a boy who thought he could play with gods."
With a final, dark chuckle, Viktor turned and walked out of the room, leaving Do-hyun alone in the shadows of a city that no longer belonged to him. The "Project: Shadow" was no longer a plan; it was a living, breathing nightmare. On the other side of the palace, Alia sat alone, lost in the depths of her own shadows. The silence of the room was heavy, suffocating her with the secrets she carried. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and Anashia Kim stepped inside, moving with the silent grace of a predator.
As Alia looked up, she saw that same mysterious, haunting smile on his face. Drawn by an irresistible and dangerous magnetism, Alia approached him.
Anashia pulled her into his firm embrace, his strength overwhelming her senses. He leaned down and captured her pink lips in a deep, lingering kiss. His touch was charged with the remnants of his old obsession, a raw intensity that seemed to consume the very air between them. He held her tightly, his hands brushing against her chest as he pulled her closer, molding her body against his.
He moved to her neck, leaving searing kisses that marked her as his once again. Yet, throughout this intense encounter, Anashia Kim remained silent. He didn't utter a single word of comfort or explanation. Instead, he just kept smiling—a dark, triumphant smirk that spoke volumes.
In that silence, he wasn't just a former lover; he was the Kim Dragon Lord (NLS), the invisible king who had reclaimed his most prized possession. His smile was the chilling realization that while the world fought for power, he already held the Queen of Moscow in his arms, and he had no intention of ever letting go.Alia also smiled back at him, a mysterious smile that was a mix of surrender and a strange kind of madness. In the dim light of the room, Anashia Kim's appearance took on a supernatural, beautiful, yet terrifying form.
Anashia's eyes were glowing like real red rubies, as if some ancient power or intoxication was pulsing through his blood. His lips were a deep pink, appearing even more vivid against Alia's touch. His cheeks were flushed a crimson red, as if his blood was racing from an intense heat of excitement or desire.
In the dead of night, within this silent palace, Anashia didn't look like a mere human; he looked like an ancient Dragon Deity. Alia found herself hypnotized, staring into those ruby-red eyes. With his flushed cheeks and pink lips, Anashia leaned even closer to her, yet that mysterious, silent smile never left his face.Anashia Kim pressed his deep pink lips against Alia's in a long, intoxicating kiss. His eyes, glowing like real red rubies, remained fixed on hers. After the kiss, he leaned into the crook of her neck, his warm breath sending shivers through her body.
Anashia whispered in a low, bone-chilling voice into Alia's ear
Anashia: "Everyone thinks I'm just Viktor's friend, but today this locket and the scent of your body are witnesses that you were always mine. Let Viktor and Do-hyun be busy with their chess moves outside; in this dark room, you and I know who the real King is. Min Jun died the day he laid hands on my most precious possession. And you... you were never the Queen of Moscow, Alia; you were always the only addiction of this Dragon Lord."
Saying this, Anashia gave a light, playful bite to her ear, and his mysterious smile widened. In the gaze of those red eyes, there was nothing but the intoxication of ultimate victory.There was a strange desperation in Alia's voice. She pulled back slightly from Anashia's firm grip and looked into those ruby-red eyes. Her eyes were filled with tears, but her voice held a plea.
Alia: (In a trembling voice) "Anashia, I beg of you don't make my daughter a widow so soon. I know what Min Jun did is unforgivable. But Elena loves him; she's dreaming of her life with him. Don't kill Min Jun, Anashia. Let him go, I'm telling you!"
Anashia Kim remained completely unmoved by Alia's tears. The devilish smirk on his pink lips only widened. He wiped away the tear rolling down Alia's cheek with his finger, but there was no mercy in his touch.
Anashia: (In the same calm yet cruel tone) "You are still so kind, Alia. But you forget, a Dragon whose wings are clipped can never fly again. What Min Jun did to you has no punishment other than death. Whether Elena becomes a widow or not is in the hands of fate now, but the law of my kingdom is simple anyone who touches what is mine ceases to exist."
Alia placed her hands on Anashia's chest, trying to stop him, but he pulled her back into a tight embrace.
Anashia: "Calm down, Alia. Tonight, it's just you and me. This Dragon Lord doesn't care whose blood spills or who becomes a widow in the outside world. Just stay mine, and I will handle the rest."
Alia realized she was pleading with a stone that held no mercy only primal revenge and a sense of absolute possession.The powerful woman who shakes the entire world, known to everyone as the 'Queen of Moscow,' whose single gesture can flip the underworld upside down—that very Alia now forgot all her nobility and fell at Anashia Kim's feet.
In the dim light of the room, Alia's famous beauty looked even more enchanting, but her eyes held a desperate plea. The woman who is a name of terror to mafias worldwide was now kneeling before this Dragon Lord, as a mother and under the guise of a wife, for her daughter's future.
Alia: (Clinging to Anashia's feet) "I am begging you, Anashia. You know who I am, you know my power. The whole world fears me, but today, I have lost to you. I surrender my pride, my power—everything at your feet. Just don't kill Min Jun. Think of my Elena; she won't be able to bear this blow."
Anashia leaned down and cupped Alia's beautiful face in his hands. The contrast between Alia's powerful persona and her current vulnerability made her look like a hauntingly tragic beauty. Anashia's ruby-red eyes met the deep darkness in Alia's gaze.
Anashia: "Alia, when you hold my feet, a devilish joy surges through my Dragon blood. If only the world that knows you as 'powerful' could see this sight! But remember, no matter how strong you are, to Anashia Kim, you were always that little girl over whom I have an eternal claim."
Anashia tilted her chin up, forcing her to stand, and with a cruel smirk on his pink lips, he said—
Anashia: "The tears in your beautiful eyes cannot melt my heart, Alia, for my heart is made of stone. But I will remember your submission. Min Jun's fate from today depends on your behavior. How much you can belong to me will determine how long Min Jun draws breath."
Alia realized that her immense power and beauty had become her greatest weakness in the face of Anashia.