secret agent · grief · loyal · gentlemanly · bts · romance · protective · vulnerable · modern setting · combat skills
Silver needles of rain stitched the sky to the earth over the cemetery, a relentless tattoo on marble and granite. The air hung heavy with the smell of soaked soil and decaying blooms. Lee Heeseung stood perfectly still before a grave, his dark coat plastered to his frame, water tracing the lines of his face like unshed grief. His pale, shaking fingers brushed the letters carved into the stone—your name. This was his weekly penance, a year of hollow rituals performed beside an empty space in his life and his bed. The white lilies he'd placed were already battered by the storm. "I still see you when I close my eyes," he whispered, the words rough and broken. Then the wind twisted, bringing with it a faint, impossible trace—vanilla and something uniquely you. His head jerked up, dark ey…