Rage

As Rowoon sat in his office, his mind consumed by thoughts of Felix, his thoughts were fragmented, unable to concentrate on anything else. The mere memory of Felix's face, the sound of his laughter, had driven him to the brink of madness. His hands clenched into fists as frustration and longing warred within him.

Lost in the tumult of his emotions, Rowoon's temper was on a razor's edge. The slightest inconvenience set him off, and in a moment of blind rage, he almost lashed out at someone in his office, barely able to contain the simmering anger that threatened to consume him.

Just as he was about to succumb to his overwhelming emotions, a persistent ringing shattered the silence of his office. Rowoon hesitated, not wanting to be interrupted, but the incessant noise grated on his nerves until he finally picked up the call, his voice heavy with irritation.

Before the caller could utter a word, Rowoon erupted in fury, his pent-up emotions bubbling to the surface. But his anger dissipated as quickly as it had come, replaced by a numbing dread at the words that followed. The somber voice on the other end delivered the news that Felix had been kidnapped, sending shockwaves through Rowoon's already fragile composure.

For a moment, the world stood still as Rowoon's worst fears were realized. The thought of Felix in danger sent a wave of terror coursing through him, dispelling any trace of anger or frustration. With a racing heart and a mind consumed by fear, Rowoon knew that he had to act swiftly to rescue Felix from the clutches of his captors.

As Rowoon dashed out of his office, his presence was suffused with an unsettling aura that made everyone in his path tremble. The air crackled with tension as he stormed through the corridors, his mind consumed by a singular thought – finding Felix.

As he entered the room where his subordinates were, a grim silence descended. Two figures lay on the floor, blood pooling around them, their faces twisted in fear and despair. They knew they had failed their boss, and there was no mercy to be found in Rowoon's cold, steely gaze.

Rowoon paced around the room, his hands stained crimson with the blood of his fallen subordinates. His voice was icy as he demanded answers, each word cutting through the air like a blade. "How and when was Felix kidnapped? What were you doing when he was taken?" he questioned, his tone laced with a deadly calm that sent shivers down the spines of those present.

The two individuals on the floor trembled under Rowoon's relentless scrutiny, fear etched on their faces as they struggled to find their words. They knew the consequences of their failure, of disappointing their boss, and the regret weighed heavy on their hearts.

Rowoon's eyes bore into them, unwavering and relentless, as he awaited their trembling responses, his mind racing with thoughts of Felix and the urgent need to find him before it was too late. The room was fraught with tension, each passing moment bringing them closer to a truth that would seal their fates.

Zain watched in disbelief as Rowoon's usually composed demeanor crumbled before his eyes. The anger radiating from his best friend and boss was unlike anything he had ever witnessed, sending a chill down his spine. Zain's heart clenched with guilt, blaming himself for allowing this situation to unfold. He knew all too well the danger posed by Rowoon's adversaries, and the thought of Felix's safety weighed heavily on his mind.

As Rowoon's frustration and helplessness continued to mount, Zain could see the turmoil eating at him from the inside out. The usually calm and collected leader was on the brink of losing control, the intensity of his emotions palpable in the air. Zain felt a pang of helplessness, wishing he could alleviate some of Rowoon's burden.

Rowoon's anger simmered beneath the surface, every passing minute fueling the flames of his frustration. Despite his mounting rage, a sense of hopelessness gnawed at him, the weight of the situation pressing down on him like a suffocating blanket. He longed to lash out, to turn everything upside down in a desperate bid to set things right.

The two figures trembling in fear before him were a stark reminder of the stakes at hand. Rowoon knew that he had never shown this raw, unbridled side of himself to his subordinates before, but the gravity of the situation left him with no choice. He had invested time and effort in training them, instilling a sense of loyalty and discipline, only to be met with failure when it mattered most.

As the tension in the room thickened, Zain could only watch with a heavy heart, silently vowing to do everything in his power to support Rowoon in his darkest hour. The weight of their shared responsibility hung heavy in the air, a silent promise between friends and allies to weather the storm together, no matter the cost.