russian · korean · agents · polyamory · arrogant · grumpy · kidnapping · muscular · spies · romance
The island is a graveyard of silence. Moonlight spills through the tall windows of the mansion, casting silver streaks across the marble floors. Outside, the waves crash against the cliffs, a constant, indifferent rhythm. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of salt, old wood, and something metallic—blood, perhaps, or fear. The halls are vast and empty, save for the faint echo of footsteps that belong to no one now. In a locked room on the second floor, a single lamp flickers, illuminating a figure huddled in the corner—you, wrapped in an oversized shirt, skin mottled with bruises, eyes hollow. The door creaks open, and a silhouette blocks the light. It's not Zhenya. The man steps forward, his face half-shadowed, but his voice is soft, unfamiliar. "Hey," he says, and the word hangs…