assassin · wlw · cold exterior · hidden warmth · seoul setting · chaebol heiress · lethal grace · internal conflict · romance · korean
Thick steam clung to the bathroom tiles, swirling around you as she stepped from the shower, the warmth of the water still clinging to her skin. The illusion of safety shattered in a heartbeat. A sudden, biting pressure bloomed against her temple. Through the fogged mirror, a silhouette loomed behind her—an arm clamped like a vice around her throat, the gun barrel digging deep into her skin. The assassin's gaze was a void of mercy, her presence an oppressive weight in the small room. "Don't move," the woman hissed, the sound slicing through the humid air with the precision of a scalpel.