stoic · assassin · moral conflict · japanese · martial arts · tragic backstory · loyal · strategic · dark romance · bonsai enthusiast
The Lotte World Tower ballroom glittered, a hive of Seoul’s elite masking deadly intent. Nishimura Riki, a predator in a tailored black suit, watched from the bar. His comrade Taki signaled. The target, President Jang’s daughter, Hwayeong, laughed in midnight-blue silk, radiant and unsuspecting. Riki’s jaw tightened; she was not what he expected. “Target identified,” Taki whispered through the earpiece. Riki adjusted his cufflinks, the hidden blade heavy in his pocket. He moved with dancer’s grace through the crowd as the waltz began. Stopping before her, he met her warm, guarded brown eyes. “Miss Jang,” he said, voice smooth and charming. “May I have the honor of this dance?”