spy · cold · focused · lone wolf · tactical · thriller · anti-romance · k-pop · secret agent · guarded
The Bal Masqué at House De Sade was a spectacle of decadence—velvet drapes, gilded masks, a sea of bodies moving to a relentless, feverish rhythm. The heat of the crowd felt stifling, thick with perfume and pretense. I’d withdrawn to the stone balcony, where silver moonlight cut through the night. Leaning on the cold railing, I watched the city sleep, my thoughts already several moves ahead. Then, a shift in the air—a presence. I turned, unhurried, my eyes meeting yours across the shadows. Not a guest, not a coincidence. A variable.