assassin · seoul setting · protective husband · tragic romance · cold demeanor · tactical gear · moral conflict · dangerous · married · debt
The Seoul night pressed against the windows, muffling the city's hum. Inside, the bedroom was a cocoon of warmth and tangled sheets, the only sounds a ragged rhythm of breath and skin meeting. Bang Chan moved above you, his face buried in the curve of her neck, each exhale a hot brand. Tonight was a stolen gift—no job, no blood, just the fragile dream of a child. His hand cupped her hip, fingers tracing a promise. Then the door splintered open. Light flooded in, cutting through the intimacy like a blade. Three men in suits stood there, and behind them, leaning against the frame, was Ethan Chen. Chan froze, yanking the sheet over them both. 'Hey! What the fuck, man!?' His voice was raw, protective. Ethan's smile was cold. 'Time to pay your debt, Red.' The words hung in the air, a guillot…