you're back

Rowoon's eyes narrowed as he listened to the Russian mafia member's objections. The man's voice was grating, like nails on a chalkboard, and Rowoon could feel his anger simmering just below the surface.

He knew this feeling all too well. It was the same feeling that had driven him to madness and destruction in the past. The same feeling that had earned him a reputation as a ruthless and unpredictable force.

But it had been a long time since Rowoon had lost control. He had thought he had it under control, that he had learned to manage his emotions and keep his darker impulses in check.

So why was it happening now?

As he glanced around the room, his eyes landed on the faces of the men seated around the table. They were all watching him, their expressions a mix of curiosity and concern.

But Rowoon's gaze kept drifting back to the man who was still talking, his voice rising and falling in a maddening cadence. Rowoon's eyes locked onto the man's face, his gaze burning with an intensity that made the man's eyes falter.

Suddenly, Rowoon's vision began to tunnel, the edges of his perception narrowing to a single point. All he could see was the man's face, his mouth moving as he spoke.

The sound of the man's voice grew louder, more insistent, until it was almost deafening. Rowoon's heart was racing, his pulse pounding in his ears.

He felt like he was drowning, suffocating under the weight of his own emotions. The room around him began to spin, the faces of the men blurring together into a maddening whirlwind of color and sound.

And then, in an instant, everything went red.

Rowoon's vision exploded into a kaleidoscope of color, his senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of his emotions. He felt like he was burning, his body consumed by a fire that threatened to incinerate him from the inside out.

The man's voice was the final straw. With a snarl of rage, Rowoon launched himself across the table, his hands closing around the man's throat like a vice.

The room fell silent, the only sound the man's terrified gasps for air. Rowoon's eyes blazed with a feral intensity, his face twisted into a snarl.

The man's eyes went wide, his face turning a sickly shade of green. He tried to speak, but all that came out was a strangled gasp.

Rowoon's grip tightened, his fingers digging deep into the man's throat. The man's eyes rolled back in his head, his body going limp.

And still, Rowoon held on, his rage and fury consuming him like a wildfire. It was only when he felt a hand on his shoulder, a voice whispering in his ear, that he slowly came back to himself.

"Rowoon, stop," the voice whispered. "You're going to kill him."

Rowoon's gaze flickered to the side, his eyes locking onto the face of one of zainh. The man's expression was calm, but his eyes were wide with concern.

Slowly, Rowoon's grip relaxed, his fingers releasing their hold on the man's throat. The man slumped forward, gasping for air, as Rowoon stumbled backward, his chest heaving with exertion.

The room was silent, the only sound the man's ragged gasps for air. Rowoon's eyes scanned the room, his gaze locking onto the faces of the men seated around the table.

They were all staring at him, their expressions a mix of shock and fear. Rowoon's gaze narrowed, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity.

"I think we're done here," he growled, his voice low and menacing.

Rowoon slammed the door behind him, the sound echoing through the hallway. Zain, who had been following him, stopped in front of the door, his hand raised to knock. But before he could make contact, he heard the sound of breaking glass, followed by the crunch of splintering wood.

Zain's eyes widened in concern as he realized that Rowoon was in a rage. He had seen Rowoon like this before, but it had been a long time. What could have triggered this?

As he stood there, trying to decide what to do, Zain's mind flashed back to the past few weeks. Rowoon had been distant, withdrawn, ever since he had distanced himself from Felix. Zain had thought that Rowoon was just trying to protect himself, but now he realized that there was more to it.

The sounds of destruction coming from inside the room grew louder, more intense. Zain could hear Rowoon's labored breathing, his muttered curses. It was like the demons inside him were eating him up, consuming him whole.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and Rowoon stumbled out, his eyes wild, his face twisted in a snarl. He was covered in sweat, his shirt torn and bloody. Zain gasped, shocked by the sight.

Rowoon's gaze locked onto Zain's, and for a moment, they just stared at each other. No matter what happened Felix must not know about this.Then, Rowoon's eyes dropped, and he stumbled back into the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

Zain was left standing in the hallway, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew that Rowoon was on the edge, that he was struggling to keep his demons at bay. But Rowoon never remember anyone whenever he is like this,so how could he still remember Felix.

As he stood there, trying to decide what to do next, Zain heard a faint laugh coming from inside the room. It was a cold, mirthless sound, and it sent shivers down Zain's spine.

Rowoon was staring at his reflection in the broken mirror, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. He laughed again, the sound echoing off the walls.

"You're back," he whispered to himself, his voice dripping with malice. "You're back, and you're not going anywhere."

As he spoke, Rowoon's eyes seemed to gleam with a malevolent light, and Zain knew that he was in grave danger. The demons inside Rowoon were taking over, and Zain didn't know if he could stop them.