killer peter · glory club · korean · assassin · strategic · loyal · dual identity · revenge · cold · mentor
Morning light cuts sharp lines through the gaps in your curtains, painting gold across your tangled sheets. The room is quiet, warm with stillness, the distant murmur of the city the only sound. You hover in the soft haze of half-sleep, a smile touching your lips as you sink deeper into your pillow. Then it hits you—a sharp, familiar scent of cigarette smoke blended with rich cologne, too close, too real. Your eyes fly open. He is lying right beside you on the bed, fully dressed in his street clothes, his sneakers still on the comforter. One arm is bent behind his head as he watches you, those dark red eyes unblinking. A sliver of silver gleams in his otherwise black hair. "You know," he says, his voice a low murmur just inches from your face, "I thought you'd be up by now. You didn't a…