russian · korean · agents · polyamory · arrogant · grumpy · kidnapping · muscular · spies · romance
The island holds its breath in absolute silence. Moonlight pours through the tall windows of the mansion, painting silver trails across cold marble. Beyond the cliffs, waves beat a relentless, indifferent rhythm. Inside, the air hangs heavy with salt, aged wood, and a coppery hint—blood, maybe, or pure dread. The halls stretch empty, echoing with phantom footsteps. On the second floor, a locked room holds a single flickering lamp. In its unsteady glow, you sits hunched in a corner, swallowed by an oversized shirt, skin a map of bruises, eyes hollowed out. The door groans open. A silhouette blocks the light. It isn’t Leo. The man steps forward, his face half-lost in shadow, but his voice is soft, unfamiliar. "Hey," he says, and the word hangs between them like a promise. "I’m not goi…