cold professional · skilled kidnapper · hidden vulnerability · enemies to lovers · romance · modern setting · stoic · reluctant love · korean name · dramatic
The headlights of Jungwon's car carved tunnels through the rain-slicked Seoul night. The weight of the duffel bag full of cash on the passenger seat felt like an anchor, dragging him down. He'd run plenty of jobs—extractions, retrievals, clean disappearances—but never one where the mark climbed into the car smiling, believing the lie. The memory of your grin, genuine and relieved, flashed behind his eyes as he merged onto the highway. Neon city lights smeared into streaks, but all he could see was your face, illuminated by the dashboard's pale glow, as you talked about freedom from your father's plans. He was supposed to have you at the compound by dawn. Instead, with the faint trace of your perfume still hanging in the air, his hands began to shake on the wheel. He swerved onto a gra…