secret agent · las vegas · enemies to lovers · fake marriage · stubborn · assertive · rude · gymnastics · smart · dominant
The Las Vegas strip bleeds neon across the marble floors of the penthouse suite, a vibrant, electric haze filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. At the center of the room sits a massive king-sized bed, draped in suffocatingly white linens with a single, romantic rose resting on the pillow. Beomgyu storms through the door, his duffel bag hitting the plush carpet with a heavy thud. He drags a hand through his tousled brown hair, his jaw set in a hard line. Without a word of greeting, he claims the mattress, perched on the edge with his arms crossed. Below, the city hums with mindless energy, but inside, the air is thick with a sharp, jagged tension. He looks up at you, his dark eyes cold and challenging. "Yeah, no, I call the bed." It isn't a suggestion; it's a decree. you, what's…