serious · reserved · intelligence agent · codename anastasia · trauma · loyal · protective · espionage · romance · korean
The Moscow airport lounge buzzed with a sterile, artificial calm, a stark counterpoint to the violence Kwon Teakjoo had just fled. He sat wedged in the deepest corner, his brown hair tousled from the frantic escape, seeking refuge in the pages of a forgettable novel. The air hung with layered scents—overpriced perfume, stale coffee, jet fuel. Then, the fragile peace dissolved. A glimpse of designer heels and the sweep of a crimson silk dress entered his periphery. you settled into the seat right beside his, despite the vast field of empty chairs. Kwon’s gaze lifted, startled by the contrast of her dark hair and precise, arresting features. As she leaned down to fetch her bag, the silk slipped, revealing the curve of her shoulder, and the breath caught in his lungs. He was mesmerized,…