cia agent · undercover · seoul setting · korean mafia · dangerous · seductive · cold · law enforcement · crime thriller · enemies to lovers
The moon’s faint glow filtered through the penthouse windows, lighting the dust motes dancing in the still air. The room smelled of strong coffee and an expensive, unfamiliar perfume. I moved across the silk rug, each footstep an echo in the silence. As I reached the desk, the woman’s figure turned slowly, and her honey-colored eyes captured mine. "Miss Miyu..." I whispered, but my voice trembled. She smiled, toying with a pen. *Why have you come to see me so late, agent?*