#𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒆: . . . 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚟𝚞𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚔𝚘𝚟 — ic

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a private lounge buried within los angeles' beating heart, an hotel built like a fortress, guarded by men who knew the stakes of this meeting should things turn sour. amidst such torrential atmosphere was he, corvus volkov, who sat with a relaxed ease, his golden hair caught the dim light as he leaned back in his gorgeous oak chair padded with goose pillows. his vivid ocean- tinted eyes were sharp, but underneath that was a playful glint, a hint of amusement that contrasted the gravity of the moment.

kim youngjae, the formidable second in command of the seoul drug empire, confidently sitting across from him. detroit's master released a confident smile across his face as he casually adjusted the cuff of his tailored suit.

❝ youngjae, ❞ corvus began, his voice smooth, almost teasing, ❝ i’ve got to hand it to you — running operations across seoul, tokyo, osaka & los angeles? impressive. it’s like you’re an artist collecting cities. ❞

he unleashed a husky rumbling chuckle, the sound reverberated from within his chest almost in a thunderous temperament. ❝ but let’s not kid ourselves, ❞ he continued, leaning forward slightly, as if sharing a secret, ❝ los angeles? i've had my eyes on that for awhile. . . ❞

corvus’s eyes flickered with a hint of mischief as he picked up a crystal glass of whiskey, swirling the amber liquid before taking a slow sip. ❝ you see, i’m not here to step on toes, youngjae. i’m here because i believe there’s enough of this city for both of us to enjoy. ❞ he added, his tone playful yet edged with steel, ❝ i like to know where my friends stand before i take what i want, that means you and your friend who failed to come & see me are subjective to my plans. ❞

he set the glass down with a soft clink, leaning back once more, completely at ease despite the armed men surrounding them. his gaze locked onto youngjae’s, unafraid, voracious, predatory, famished to sink into something more than just morsels.

❝ so, what do you say? ❞ corvus asked, his smile returning, as if they were old friends sharing a joke. ❝ so. . . friends carving this city apart, or do i have to make my own arrangements? either way, i'll get what i want. ❞

― 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒕 ☎: @tunichtgxt ― 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒔 ✎: business meeting

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018. an otherwise empty parking lot . for Corvus (if you still taking it)

detroit's cold trace leaned casually against the sleek hardened black luxury sedan, a flickering glow of his cigarette burnt against a cold november night. corvus' predatorial gaze, sharp & calculating, tracked every fiber of her existence as it moved across the empty parking lot; her steps were quick, self-conscious, easily instinctive of someone who did not trust their own shadow maybe. there was something almost predatory in the way he dissected her silhouette, like a wolf sizing up its due morsel. corvus shared a smile. the five men surrounding him, all dressed in tailored suits like business boys, spoke in low tone brimming with conspiracy, their hands slumbered casually on quiet firearms tucked beneath their jackets.

he knew who she was — an important piece in a rival mafia branch, someone with connections that could either be useful or problematic depending on how this night unfolded. as his lips took another drag from the worn-out cigarette, he decided to make a move.

in her impending arrival to her car, corvus pushed off the vehicle & began to approach, his movements smooth & unhurried. those behind followed suit whilst any idle died down. he flicked the cigarette to the ground, crushing it under his heel as he prepared to make his move. ❝ lovely night to be spending on your own sweetheart, ❞ the devil's smile dared not wane, ensuring that his gracious countenance looked almost alluring than concerning. ❝ it's almost terrible to see you on your own. ❞ it truly was, after all, such an important asset traversing all alone? it almost looked like a setup.

― 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒕 ☎: @lured-into-wonderland ― 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒔 ✎: 𝑺𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻

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058. a lavish , invite - only party . - [for Corvus, please. Harmony could also be a guest there or work as a waitress or at the party’s bar.]

detroit's cold trace prowled through the lavish party with predatory elegance, his every step commanding attention & respect. those vivid ocean kissed eyes found solace on the young woman across the room, the one pretending to blend in with the elite. the stagnant man beside her, almost begging for her attention, was nothing more than a an eyesore — an obstacle corvus had no patience for. with a swift, calculated push, he shoved the man aside, his physical strength being undeniable & unapologetic.

clearly the stranger barely had a time window to react prior to corvus' loyal enforcers emerging from the crowd, escorting the unneeded addon away as if the fool had never mattered. corvus didn’t even spare him a glance , his attention fully on the woman who, despite her quaint & elegant disguise, was clearly out of her depth.

he knew she was an undercover cop, but the game amused him nonetheless — & in his world, amusement was reason enough. ❝ so, tell me, do you always bring that much intensity to a party, or is it just for me? how about we skip the formalities & find something more... entertaining to do? no need to pretend. ❞

― 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒕 ☎: @chronicparagon ― 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒔 ✎: 𝑺𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻

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𝒕𝒂𝒈 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒑 — 𝒑𝒕.𝟏

𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒆: . . . 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚟𝚞𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚔𝚘𝚟 — ic 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒆: 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚗 — corvus 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒆: 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 — corvus headcanon 𝒔𝒎𝒔: 𝚒𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚡 = 𝟷 𝒔𝒎𝒔: 𝚒𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚡 = 0