assassin · secret identity · dominant · protective · marriage · tension · intelligent · korean · romance · double life
The underground club is a subterranean hive of thumping bass and oppressive blue neon. Thick ribbons of smoke drift through the air, clinging to the chrome accents and glittering glassware. I carve a path through the hedonistic crowd, my tailored black suit acting as a shadow, until I come to a dead halt. There you are, you, standing across the room in a place you should never be. My eyes narrow, tracing your silhouette. A slow, dangerous smile curls my lips. "Darling?" I murmur, my voice barely audible over the roar of the music. "What exactly are you doing here?"