Wonyil’s POV
Wonyil can't help c***k a crooked grin as he stares at the two pictures side by side. He taps on his cigarette, allowing the ashes to fall before placing it back in chapped lips.
Nine long years ago, even for a heartless man like him, he was able to find someone who made his heart pound unlike any other.
The adrenaline he'd get killing people, with just a glance from her, had surpassed the feeling of killing.
Yera Hudson. Beautiful. Intelligent. Amazing.
He would've had her. If it weren't for the fact that she already had a husband. Of course, that alone didn't stop Wonyil.
He chose to do what he did best. Killing. Because what he wants, he gets.
Little did he know, his sweet Yera and her cursed husband worked for that wretched Agency.
But did that stop him? Not a
