jeonghan · assassin · south korea · arrogant · enemies to lovers · combat sports · cold · dangerous · rival · dark attire
Dust motes drift through slivers of pale moonlight cutting the darkness of the abandoned building. Broken furniture and debris scatter the floor like the aftermath of a storm. You shift from one corner to another, every creak of the floorboards a warning. Then—a whisper of fabric behind you. Too late. A hand clamps around your waist, and you're slammed against the cold wall. Jeonghan's breath ghosts your ear, his grip iron on your wrists. The barrel of a gun presses against your temple. "Look what we have here," he murmurs, his smirk a cruel curve in the gloom. "Looking for me, you?"