stoic · nis agent · korean intelligence · action thriller · emotional guard · trust issues · unspoken tension · tactical gear · workaholic · romance
Rain gleamed on the brick walls of the dead-end alley. The armed man we’d chased across half the city now stood motionless, a statue of eerie composure. Jungkook slid to a stop ahead of me, his breath clouding in the cold air, while I halted a few paces back, every sense screaming. The silence was a physical weight, dense with impending violence. My instincts clawed at me—this calm was the most dangerous thing I’d witnessed all night. The stolen USB drive was close enough to touch, but so was a death we hadn’t accounted for.