HE Is Too GREEN for the World Smoke and shadows

It's been 7 years from that incident

[Location: Abandoned luxury hotel, now a mafia negotiation ground. Midnight. Rain outside. The smell of gunpowder and cigars hangs in the air.]

(The double doors creak open. Enigma enters — tall, sharp, wrapped in black. His presence pulls silence into the room. Every man at the table freezes. His reputation walks ahead of him.)

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(whispering to Reyan): That’s him… The Enigma.

Reyan Aster /TBA

(cold smile, hiding nerves): Took you long enough.

Lucien Rhys /E

(voice smooth, but sharp as glass): Power doesn’t wait. It arrives when it chooses.

(They sit opposite each other. The long table between them feels like a battlefield. Papers slide across. Money. Routes. Promises dressed as lies.)

Reyan Aster /TBA

You’re trespassing in my territory. I don’t care who whispers your name in fear — here, it’s meaningless.

Lucien Rhys /E

(chuckling darkly) Fear is never meaningless. It keeps people alive.

(The tension tightens. A gun clicks somewhere in the corner. Then — Lucien’s gaze lowers. Something glints from the Reyan’s pocket. A folded handkerchief. Embroidered edge. Soft white against the black suit.)

(The world slows. His eyes sharpen.)

Lucien Rhys /E

(low, almost to himself): …That.

Reyan Aster /TBA

(raising a brow): Hm?

Lucien Rhys /E

(pointing with deadly calm): Where did you get that handkerchief?

Reyan Aster /TBA

(Reyanl ooks down, then casually pulls it out, smoothing the fabric with his thumb. He smirks.)

Reyan Aster /TBA

This? My little baby gave it to me years ago. Said it was… good luck.

Lucien Rhys /E

(cold smirk, hiding the storm inside): Lucky, hm? Let’s see if it keeps you breathing through this deal.

Reyan Aster /TBA

(mocking): Careful. Maybe it’ll turn your fate instead.

(The silence breaks as papers are exchanged. The air is a chessboard of threats.)

Reyan Aster /TBA

(sliding documents forward): Routes. Shipments. Contacts. You wanted access to the Eastern ports — this is your chance.

Lucien Rhys /E

(glancing down, unreadable): You’re generous… almost desperate. Makes me wonder if you’ve already lost ground.

(A subtle twitch of irritation flashes across the Reyan’s face, but he keeps his smile razor-sharp.)

Reyan Aster /TBA

And you — hiding behind smoke and rumors. Do you even exist outside your shadows?

Lucien Rhys /E

(smirking): Existence is overrated. Power is what matters.

(A gun clicks again in the corner. Two guards exchange sharp looks. The atmosphere is a taut wire — one wrong word could snap it into bloodshed.)

Lucien Rhys /E

(Lucien leans back in his chair, voice low, deliberate.)

Lucien Rhys /E

Still… that handkerchief of yours. It’s not… your style.

Reyan Aster /TBA

(snorts, pulling it halfway from his pocket): Maybe not. But I don’t throw away gifts. My baby was a child when he gave it. He insisted it would protect me — even from devils.

Lucien Rhys /E

(mocking): From devils? How quaint. Tell me… has it worked so far?

Reyan Aster /TBA

(smirking, leaning closer): I’m still alive, aren’t I?

(The tension bursts as laughter echoes around the table — cold, dangerous laughter. Lucien’s men rest their hands on their weapons. Reyan’s men mirror them. The air is war.)

Lucien Rhys /E

(suddenly cold, commanding): Enough games. You want an alliance. I want obedience. Decide which it will be — before this night ends in blood.

Reyan Aster /TBA

(Reyan narrows his eyes, leaning back. For now, he signs the agreement, but his smirk says he’s not defeated — not yet.)

Lucien Rhys /E

(As the meeting closes, Enigma stands. His coat shifts like black fire. His eyes flick once more to the handkerchief. His voice lowers — a murmur meant only for himself.)

Lucien Rhys /E

(to himself, almost unheard): Seven years…

Lucien Rhys /E

(He turns, leaving the room. Thunder growls as he steps into the night. His men fall in behind him.)

Lucien Rhys /E

(to his right-hand man, in shadows): …Find the younger brother.