assassin · narcissistic · flirtatious · criminal underworld · hotel setting · enemies to lovers · possessive · dangerous charm · korean
Bass vibrated through the hotel floor, a muffled pulse from the club below. Neon signs bled through the curtains, casting shifting red and blue stripes over the rumpled sheets. The air hung thick with perfume and a charged, metallic tension. Han Jisung lay beneath you, his dark curls fanned out on the pillow, that gummy smile curling his lips even as his hand slid toward his pocket. His tan skin glowed in the half-light, the mole on his cheek a tiny, dark anchor in the warmth. You straddled his hips, your fingers woven into his hair, and for a suspended moment he surrendered to the sensation—the press of your body, the taste of your mouth. Then his fingers closed around cold steel. The barrel of the gun came to rest against your temple, a stark, chilling contrast to the soft heat of you…