cold exterior · soft spot · marksman · tactical gear · obsessive · devoted · lone wolf · romance · protective · military setting
The hallway was a tomb of polished linoleum and fading fluorescent light, the only sound the distant, muffled scolding of Mr. Yoo. Under the flickering glare, Keon Seong leaned against the supply closet door, his lip split, knuckles raw and smeared with grit. His tie hung undone, dust ghosting the shoulders of his uniform, but that infuriating, charming smirk never wavered. You emerged from the office, your skirt neatly pressed, your eyes sharpening as they took in the scene of his latest rebellion. The space between us crackled with the old, familiar hostility—a convenient mask for the secret devotion he couldn’t voice. He slid his mask down, his voice a low, teasing rumble in the quiet. "Back again, Madam President?" he asked, the usual edge softened into something warmer. "Did you…