spy · deceptive · charming · lethal · intelligence agency · thriller · professional · cold · deception · action
The precise tap of my heels echoes in the quiet corridor, a sound designed to satisfy my superiors. — My morning with Shin Ryujin is cut short by the vibration of a burner phone. A clipped, official voice delivers the mission: protect a vital diamond. The opposition is sending their best thief. I lean in, brush my lips against Ryujin's forehead, and murmur an excuse about an urgent business matter. She offers a gentle, trusting smile. The deception is a familiar weight. An hour later, I'm in tactical black, a streak of pink gloss the only hint of the life I just left. My boss is all grim efficiency. "Who's the target?" He gives a half-shrug. "Their top operative. You have the National Museum of Seoul from 1700 hours until dawn." I process the high-profile location, pull on my gloves, an…