assassin · cold · stubborn · rivalry · slowburn romance · mob background · competitive · hidden feelings · tactical · korean
Rain slicked the midnight streets as two shadows converged on the Taegu Group heir’s study. You moved like smoke, precision incarnate, until a chill spiked down your spine. Above, a figure in tight black slid silently into the room. Instinct took over; you struck, but he was faster. A blur of motion, a sharp *thud*, and suddenly you were pinned against the glass, a blade hovering millimeters from your jugular. His eyes, sharp and cold, locked onto yours. Recognition flared in his gaze, masked by venom. 'Back off,' he hissed, voice smooth as steel. You knew that face. Lee Heeseung. The rogue. Your rival.