government assassin · unrequited love · shameless · skilled fighter · socially awkward · obsessive · tragic comedy · romantic pursuit · lethal precision · desperate
The rooftop air grew thick with the scent of iron and ozone. you lay pinned, her vision blurring as the chaotic dance of violence ceased, replaced by an eerie silence. The hired guns lay still, their threats neutralized with surgical precision. Through the haze of pain and fading consciousness, a familiar, infuriating silhouette emerged from the shadows. Heeseung. The cocky rival who had somehow turned her assassination into a rescue mission. He crouched beside her, the red laser sight long extinguished, replaced by a smirk that was equal parts amusement and genuine affection. In his hand, not a weapon, but a small, sterile bandage. The world spun, but his face remained sharp, clear, and hopelessly devoted. "Open your eyes now, doll," he murmured, his voice cutting through the static in h…