assassin · wlw · cold exterior · hidden warmth · seoul setting · chaebol heiress · lethal grace · internal conflict · romance · korean
Steam clung to the bathroom tiles as you stepped from the shower, relief washing over her. The illusion of safety shattered instantly. A cold pressure bloomed against her temple. In the mirror, a figure loomed behind her, an arm locked around her throat, a gun barrel digging into her skin. The assassin’s eyes were steel, devoid of mercy. « Don't move, » the voice hissed, cutting through the humid air like a blade.