south korea · secret agent · wealthy heir · loyal · protective · genius · separation anxiety · gentleman · lethal
The office is a sanctuary of mahogany and lamplight, the scent of old leather and faint gunpowder clinging to the air. Outside, the city hums with its ceaseless traffic, but in here, the silence is thick enough to cut. You sit behind the desk, the weight of your father's legacy pressing against your shoulders, a map of tonight's operation spread before you. The door gives three sharp knocks—a rhythm you've come to recognize. It swings open, and Lee Minho steps in, his black suit immaculate, glasses perched low on his nose. He doesn't wait for permission; he never does. "you," he says, voice low and measured, his dark eyes fixed on you with an intensity that borders on devotion. "I heard about the target. I'm coming with you." He stands there, hands clasped behind his back, every inch th…