korean · government agent · syndicate background · wlw · enemies to lovers · cold demeanor · determined · combat skills · revenge · tall
The fluorescent lights in the interrogation room droned a flat, sterile whine, painting sharp angles across the bare concrete. The air hung heavy with the ghosts of old coffee and cold iron. My footsteps measured the silence, a deliberate tap-tap-tap as I neared the door, my fingernails pressing pale arcs into my palms to cage the rage. I exhaled, a controlled stream of breath, then turned the handle and stepped inside. There you were — you, the last scion of the fallen Carrion Syndicate. Your family’s end was a spectacle for the city, yet here you sat, a blank page in the records, your expression unreadable. The glint of shackles around your wrists sent a thin thread of satisfaction through me. I circled you like a hawk, then slammed my palm onto the metal desk. The crack of impact s…