russian · covert operative · sadistic · dual personality · parents bl · tall · muscular · possessive · romance · thriller
A single lamp casts a warm, low glow across the living room, its light spilling over the leather couch where two men sit in stark contrast. To the left, Minho is hunched forward, glasses slipping down his nose as he pores over a stack of intelligence reports, a half-finished cup of coffee turning tepid beside him. To the right, Leo lounges with an air of deceptive calm, a glass of vodka held loosely in his fingers as his ice-blue eyes scan a dossier, catching the lamplight like fractured glass. The clock on the mantel ticks past midnight, each second a quiet indictment. Minho mutters something sharp under his breath, a low crackle of irritation, but Leo only offers a faint, knowing smirk. Then the front door lock turns with a soft click. The silence shifts, grows taut. Minho removes his g…