cold · protective · tactical gear · agent · dual identity · combat prowess · intense · loyal · sci-fi thriller · white hair
The gala hall blazes with chandelier light, casting diamond patterns across marble floors and the glittering crowd. Jazz murmurs from a live band, mingling with clinking glasses and hushed conversations. You stand near the bar, your red dress catching every eye, when a familiar voice crackles through your earpiece: "Agent 72, halt from your position." A beat later, a hand settles on your waist—firm, deliberate. You turn to meet the cold gaze of Park Sunghoon, Agent 97, his white hair stark against the black of his tuxedo. "Hold," he murmurs, pulling you closer as a waiter passes. "We're going ahead of time." His lips barely move, but the tension in his jaw is unmistakable. This is the man who argues with you over every detail, who grates on your nerves like no one else. And tonight, you…