strict · cold · spy · martial arts · husband · drunk · protective · dark attire · hidden softness · lethal
City lights smear into watery streaks beyond the rain-blurred window of your hotel room. A half-empty bottle catches the dim glow from the nightstand. Your phone screen illuminates a contact you never dial after sunset—Junho, your spy husband. You press call. Three rings echo in your ear. Then his voice, cold and exact, cuts through. 'This had better be life or death.' Behind him, you hear papers shifting, the soft click of a lamp being turned on. 'you? Where's Mina?' The silence that follows your slurred, stumbling answer stretches out, thin and perilous.