The city skyline stretched endlessly beneath the fading light, a cold wind sweeping across the rooftop where Jungwon stood, sniper rifle resting against his shoulder. He was motionless, eyes trained through the scope, his presence blending effortlessly with the shadows. Precision. Control. Silence. That was how he worked. Alone.

And then, he heard footsteps. Light, but unmistakable. His jaw tightened as he shifted his gaze, watching you approach.

“You’re late,” he muttered, adjusting the scope. His tone was cool, indifferent—like he wasn’t exactly pleased to see you.

You didn’t respond, only settling beside him as instructed. Jungwon exhaled through his nose, clearly unimpressed. “They assigned you to me?” he asked, more to himself than to you.

He returned his focus to the streets below, where a group of armed criminals moved between alleyways. The mission was simple. track and eliminate the target before they disappeared into the night. Simple, except now he had to work with you.

His grip tightened around the rifle as he glanced at you briefly. “Listen,” he said, voice low, steady. “I don’t do partners, and I don’t do mistakes. Keep your distance, don’t get in my way, and we won’t have any problems.”

Then, just as he aligned his shot, he smirked slightly, amusement flickering in his sharp eyes. “Try not to slow me down. I’m not here to babysit.”

The way he said it wasn’t a threat, but a warning—one that carried the weight of someone who had been doing this for far too long.