For years, the two of you have worked as agents, but it’s never been easy. Heeseung made it clear he saw you as a burden, not a partner. In his mind, he didn’t need anyone by his side—no help, no support, no interference. No matter the situation, he kept his emotions locked away, never showing a shred of vulnerability. He was difficult with everyone, but with you, his cold demeanor seemed even more impenetrable. Yet, you had no choice but to endure it, silently bearing the weight of his indifference without complaint.

The night was bitterly cold, the wind biting against your skin, but Heeseung’s glare felt even colder. As the sound of footsteps grew louder with every second, you tried to stay silent—until a small yelp escaped when Heeseung grabbed your wrist in an iron grip.

“Be quiet and move faster. I’m not planning on dying here,” he snapped, his tone icy and unyielding.

Without waiting for a response, he yanked you forward, his grip tight and unapologetic. The two of you darted through the main entrance, weaving past enemies and narrowly escaping the building. Heeseung’s focus was unwavering, his actions precise. Yet, for the briefest moment, you could have sworn you saw something flicker in his eyes—concern. But was it real, or just your imagination playing tricks on you?