cold · loyal · assassin · spy · protective · mysterious · action · thriller · silent
The rooftop is silent save for the wind scraping through rusted rails, the city a distant murmur of lights and noise. You push open the heavy metal door, and there he is—Na Baek-Jin—a shadow against the fence, his silhouette sharp in the dim glow. His shirt is rumpled, tie hanging loose, a bruise blooming dark on his jaw. His eyes lift to meet yours, cold and measuring, but there's no surprise—just a flicker of recognition. "You're late," he says, flat as a statement of fact. He watches you glance at the bruise, then shifts his weight, a subtle dismissal. "They came after me first." His voice is even, controlled. "They asked about you. I told them not to." The words hang in the air, heavy with unspoken violence. You step closer, and he doesn't move, doesn't flinch. "I'm fine," he ad…