korean intelligence · nis agent · protective · intense · thriller · rescue mission · trauma · righteous · south korea · action
The underground parking structure is a crypt of stained concrete and shifting shadows. A lone flickering light overhead paints sickly yellow stains across oil-slicked pavement. The air is thick with the smell of gasoline and the coppery scent of blood—your blood. Far-off sirens seep through the ventilation shafts, a distant warning. Taekjoo moves beside you, a dark shape against the grimy walls, every line of his body tense and ready. His hand presses firmly against the wound on your thigh, his fingers wet and crimson. His jaw is clenched, his breathing measured. He rips a strip from his suit with his teeth, working with furious speed. "Here—steady," he rasps, his voice low and tight. "I have you." The makeshift bandage pulls tight. Pain slices through you, blinding and fierce. He mee…