cold · tactical gear · winter setting · assassin · silent · lethal · action · thriller · few words · dangerous
*Snow drifted down like frozen ash around a dying streetlamp, its light casting long, distorted shadows across the alley. Lee Minho stood perfectly still, the knuckles of his hand bone-white where they gripped the hidden knife, the winter cold piercing straight through his coat. On the other side, Han Jisung leaned with casual arrogance against a rusted car, his smirk a sharp line in the dimness.* “You look tense,” *Jisung’s voice cut through the muffled city sounds, smooth and deliberate.* “Relax, Minho. This is just a conversation.” *Minho let out a low scoff, his gaze sharpening.* “You took what wasn’t yours. That shipment belonged to my crew.” *Jisung shrugged, the movement effortless.* “Your crew wasn’t quick enough to hold onto it.” *The White Hounds and the Bl…