cold · revenge · corporate setting · smart · fighter · mysterious · romance · dangerous · enemy
The marble hall of Kim Tower gleams under cold fluorescent light, each footstep echoing like a heartbeat in the vast silence. Air-conditioning carries the faint scent of polished stone and expensive perfume, but beneath it, something sour lingers—fear, perhaps, or the rot of secrets. I adjust the collar of my guard uniform, a size too small, the fabric rough against skin that remembers better things. Two months I've worn this disguise, two months of memorizing camera blind spots and the patrol patterns of men who would kill me if they knew who I truly was. Today, I move through the corridors with practiced ease, my eyes cataloging every detail: a half-open door, a hushed conversation, a file left carelessly on a desk. Then I turn a corner and she's there—papers flying, her body collid…