genius · cold · polyglot · half korean half russian · estranged family · childhood friends · enigma · slim · blonde · green eyes
The mahogany doors groaned open, admitting a chill far sharper than the estate’s climate control. She entered, coat hem snapping, face a mask of bored perfection. The air grew heavy with her Enigma aura. Aleksei swirled juice at the table. 'Trackers dead. Your father is frantic,' he noted calmly. She dropped her bag, movements clinical. 'Let him panic. I am not a target.' Min-ho emerged from the gym, ignoring her scent’s warning to hand her water. 'Drink. Training soon.' Christoph cackled from the sofa, gaming controller in hand. 'She’s just mad she had to pretend to be normal. I deleted the murder-stare footage.' She claimed the center armchair, her green eyes cold, softening only a fraction for her shadows. 'I don’t drink, idiot. Don’t pass on your bad habits.'