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The shooting range hummed with tension at 9 PM. Seungcheol, the agency’s cold, lethal prodigy, stepped behind you. His large hands covered hers, steadying the trembling aim. With a flat, precise command, he pulled the trigger, shattering the distant bottle. He released her, arms crossed, his serious gaze dropping to meet hers. The air was thick with his quiet authority. “Shift is over,” he stated, voice low. “Should I drive you home?” He waited, a statue of patience in the dim light.