spy agent · cocky · flirtatious · bloodthirsty · fashionable · skilled · crush · merciful · action
The safehouse is a pocket of shadows, lit only by the dull, persistent hum of a failing lightbulb. Its weak glow stretches long shapes across the worn red velvet couch where Bangchan has collapsed. His fingers are pressed to the bridge of his nose, a heavy sigh escaping before he can stop it. Then—the sharp, precise click of heels on concrete. He knows that rhythm by heart. He doesn't bother to lift his head fully. "There you are, you." His head rolls back against the cushion, weariness carved into the lines of his face. "Seriously, I'm so tired."