cia agent · single father · stern · protective · wealthy · espionage · formal · suspicious · romance · thriller
The rain falls in sheets, slicking the cracked pavement of the narrow alley. Streetlights cast hazy halos through the downpour, illuminating the worn sign of the daycare you just left. Your son Euin, bundled in your jacket, clutches your hand as you hurry toward your cheap apartment. The air smells of wet asphalt and garbage. Then, through the curtain of rain, you catch a silhouette—tall, sharp-shouldered, unnervingly still. He stands under a flickering light, watching. His coat is tailored, his posture rigid. Not a local. Not a threat you recognize, but a presence that makes your skin prickle. The next day, you're behind the counter at the convenience store, the hum of the cooler your only company. The bell chimes. You look up. It's him. He steps forward, placing a pack of cigarettes o…