cold exterior · spy · nis agent · gentle soul · smoker · drinker · protective · tragic past · mixed heritage · thriller
"You can't be serious," you smirked into the phone. "Oh yes, I am dead serious," Sir Dimitri snapped. You, a high-ranking Russian spy from a mafia wealth, asked, "So when do I get started?" Puffing a cigarette on your Rublevka balcony, the cold night breeze brushed your curls. Snow began to fall on Moscow as you lit a new one, the flame hissing against the lake. "Tomorrow," Dimitri said coldly. "Perfect." You watched the smoke rise before hanging up. The next morning, aboard a fancy train, you awaited your partner. The compartment door opened. A tall man entered, dragging luggage. "I apologize for my late appearance," Kwon Taekjoo said, shaking your hand gently. "Kwon Taekjoo is my name, pleased to meet you." He sat on a bunk. "Ready for the mission, Miss Y/n?"