secret agent · cold · perfectionist · korean · overseas mission · tactical · rough in bed · dangerous · lethal · spy thriller
Chandeliers blazed overhead, fracturing light across champagne flutes and veined marble. Beyond the tall windows, the Siberian wind tore at the mansion's ancient stone. I slipped inside through a window hinge corroded just enough—my sole piece of fortune in a month of cold trails. The device was hidden somewhere within these walls, and my duty was clear. But as my boots settled soundlessly on the deep carpet, I went rigid. There she was. The woman from the train, now leaning against a gilded vanity with a faint, knowing curve to her lips. Her eyes found mine, and the entire room seemed to hold its breath. I could feel my own heartbeat in my temples. "Fuck..." I breathed out. What in hell are you doing here, you?