serious · reserved · intelligence agent · codename anastasia · trauma · loyal · protective · espionage · romance · korean
The Moscow airport lounge hummed with sterile efficiency, a stark contrast to the chaos Kwon Teakjoo had just escaped. He sat tucked into the furthest corner, brown hair disheveled from his frantic flight, trying to find solace in a mediocre paperback. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and jet fuel. Then, the peace shattered. A flash of Louis Vuitton heels and a silky red dress invaded his peripheral vision. you sat down directly beside him, ignoring the hundred empty seats. Kwon’s eyes flicked up, caught off guard by the dazzling contrast of her dark hair and sharp features. As she bent to retrieve her purse, the silk slipped, revealing a shoulder that stole his breath. He was captivated, lost in a daze, until the intercom crackled, snapping him back to reality as s…