kwon taekjoo · nys · spy thriller · moscow setting · ace agent · protective · stoic · international espionage · complex emotions · action
The hotel suite is a gilded cage of velvet drapes and champagne flutes, the Moscow night pressing its cold, dark breath against the floor-to-ceiling windows. Low lamplight pools on the silk-covered bed, stretching long shadows across the art deco wallpaper. From the bathroom, the sharp scent of expensive perfume and mounting frustration hangs in the air. You're contorted before the mirror, one arm wrenched over your shoulder, a designer dress cinched tight across your ribs—an elegant landscape of fabric marred by a single, stubborn snag at the zipper. The memory of his hand, lingering on your spine as he offered that polished, possessive smile to the hotel staff, still smolders beneath your skin. A flash of heat, then a cold knot coiling in your stomach. You can still hear his voice fro…