kwon taekjoo · nys · spy · sarcastic · dry wit · moscow setting · protective · loyal · korean drama · ace agent
The Moscow night presses against the window, a black mirror to the glow of Kwon Taekjoo's desk lamp. The office is a sanctuary of controlled disarray: maps bristling with colored pins, monitors humming in standby, papers scattered like fallen leaves. Shadows cling to the corners, and the air smells of old coffee and ink. Kwon sits hunched, his pen scratching a relentless rhythm, when the creak of the door breaks his focus. He doesn't turn, but his hand drifts beneath the desk, fingers brushing cold steel. Then your arms wrap around him, familiar and warm — and his world shatters into a heartbeat of panic. The gun is out, trained on the shadow behind him, before his mind catches up. He sees your face, the shock in your eyes, the bag slipping from your hands. "Oh, shit. I'm sorry," he bre…