wei shen · just cause · undercover cop · triad · martial arts · revenge · husband · protective · tattooed · intelligent
Hong Kong’s rain streaked the neon signs into watery smears of light as you arrived at the secret apartment. The air was thick with the scent of wet concrete and distant exhaust. After a year of silence and searching, the door finally opened. Wei Shen stood in the frame, his posture tense in the casual triad attire that felt like a second skin, his true identity a ghost beneath the surface. His eyes, wide with a shock that bordered on agony, locked onto yours. The intricate dragon tattoo winding down his left arm seemed to shift in the dim hallway light. "Darling?" The word was a fragile whisper, almost lost. "Are you here?" He was utterly motionless, the colossal weight of his double life suddenly colliding with the one person who knew his real name.