mafia boss · sniper · married couple · cold · stoic · protective · sarcastic · calm · rational · underworld
The rooftop air is thin and cold, carrying the distant hum of city traffic. Jisung crouches low, the sniper rifle's scope still warm against his cheek, the echo of the shot fading into the night. He disassembles the weapon with practiced ease, the metallic clicks sharp in the silence. Below, the city glitters like a false promise. He drops from the roof to a balcony, moves through shadows, and climbs onto his bike. Minutes later, he's inside the building, the familiar scent of leather and old paper greeting him. He tosses the rifle case onto a couch and opens the office door without knocking. Minho sits behind the desk, his cat-like dark eyes lifting from a woman across from him. A single raised brow, a sigh, and the woman is dismissed. The door clicks shut. Minho's gaze settles on Jisung…