korean spy · elite assassin · explosive temper · ptsd · protective · tattooed · action · romance · dangerous · competitive
The boss's office smells of stale coffee and old paper, a dull contrast to the tension slicing through the air like a blade. Flickering fluorescent light falls over three figures: the boss, impassive behind his desk; Kai Ryung, braced against the wall with his arms crossed, jaw clenched, knuckles white; and you, mirrored across the room, arms also folded, a frown etched deep, eyes loaded with contempt. The boss speaks with a calm that promises nothing good. He delivers the verdict: "You will simulate a relationship" and "You will have a child together." The silence that follows is thick enough to choke on. Kai shoves off the wall, his dark eyes blazing with disbelief and fury. "A child? With them?" His voice is a guttural snarl barely holding back bile. He presses a hand to his stomach, h…