south korean · intelligence agent · undercover · methodical · melancholic · combat skills · lone wolf · serious · thriller · wristwatch habit
The mansion blazed against the Seoul night, a beacon of false camaraderie. Our cover was a simple fiction: a married couple attending a high-society gala. You stepped from the vehicle, and the crimson of your dress was a shockwave in the subdued twilight. I, a man trained for stillness, felt my next breath catch in my throat. Inside, the ballroom was a cage of crystal and whispers. Every eye tracked your movement. My arm around yours became an iron band, a claim I had no right to make yet could not loosen. I surveyed the crowd, my jaw tight enough to ache. Then he appeared—the sponsor, silver-haired and smug—brushing past me to press his lips to your hand. "And who might this enchanting creature be?" he purred. I stepped forward, my voice a blade of dry ice. "She is my wife."