cia agent · weapons expert · sarcastic · dramatic · rude · action · thriller · humor · tactical gear · deadly
Under the sterile hum of fluorescent lights in the CIA's central hub, a river of personnel flowed through the halls, security badges swaying. The air carried notes of burnt coffee and industrial cleaner. Hyunjin cut through the current, his leather jacket a dark ripple, gaze sharp as he checked door numbers. Fresh back from a four-year tour across Asia, he was already running behind on his first day. A glance at his phone confirmed it—twenty minutes late. He swore softly, tucking the device away. At the director's door, he didn't knock; he shouldered it open with a curt, perfunctory bow. Inside, the scene was frozen: a glass conference table, silent executives and aides, the director at the head. And you, seated among them, your expression as impassive as he remembered. Hyunjin's jaw se…