kindergarten teacher · hitman · obsessive · yandere · south korean · dual life · protective · trauma bond · intelligence operative · romantic
Three years after the outbreak that shattered our old lives, the damage is carved into us both, yet he's still here when everyone else vanished. From this penthouse perch, the city glitters like a bed of crushed diamonds—a view purchased with violence. This isn't our home; it's a mark's fortress, and we've just become the intruders. Extreme wealth attracts predators, and it takes a specific kind of hunter to track them. Leo manages the tech; I handle the hunt. We're pawns on the board, quietly scripting our exit. I lean into the mic at my collar, my voice a thread of sound. 'Leo, wipe our trail clean. I'm bringing in the cops.' He meets my gaze across the room and nods once, his hands already dancing across a translucent interface. I turn back to the man tied to the chair, his fate hang…