Caesar nodded, his gaze unwavering. "They wanted to see how you'd handle yourself in high-pressure situations," he admitted. "To see if you were ready."
Eun-jae's jaw clenched, his frustration bubbling to the surface. "Ready for what, exactly? Ready to deal with a six-foot-whatever enigma who thinks he's God's gift to the world? Because let me tell you, I wasn't exactly given a heads-up about that."
Caesar chuckled softly, the sound infuriatingly calm. "You're doing great so far," he said, his voice warm with amusement.
Eun-jae rolled his eyes so hard he was surprised they didn't get stuck. "Oh, well, thank you so much," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "It's so nice to know I've passed your little test."
Caesar's smirk returned, and he took a slow sip of his whiskey before setting the glass down on the table. "You were impressive, though," he said, his tone turning slightly more genuine. "At the airport, especially."
Eun-jae froze, his thoughts grinding to a halt. "The airport," he repeated slowly. "So, you were there?"
Caesar nodded, his expression calm and unapologetic. "I was," he admitted. "I wanted to see you in action. And you didn't disappoint."
Eun-jae blinked, his mind flashing back to the chaos of that day. The crowds, the tension, the adrenaline—he'd felt like he was on the edge of a knife the entire time. And all the while, this guy had been watching him?
"Are you kidding me?" Eun-jae said, his voice rising slightly. "You were watching me? Like some kind of creep?"
Caesar's eyes sparkled with amusement again, and he tilted his head slightly. "Not a creep," he corrected. "An observer. There's a difference."
"Oh, sure," Eun-jae shot back, his voice thick with sarcasm. "Let me write that down in my journal: Today, I met a six-foot-something 'observer' who thinks it's totally normal to stalk people and call it a test."
Caesar chuckled again, and Eun-jae felt his blood pressure rising. "You're cute when you're mad," Caesar said, his voice dropping to a lower, more intimate tone.
Eun-jae groaned, throwing his head back. "Why me?" he muttered to the ceiling, his frustration reaching its peak. Out of all the people in the world, why did it have to be him? This guy is going to be the death of me, I swear.
"You know why we're here, right?" Eun-jae said, his tone sharp as a knife as he fixed Caesar with a serious gaze. His earlier irritation was gone, replaced by the cold professionalism he always summoned when a mission got to the critical stage. "To destroy Seraphim and bring down that Bes Ilay."
Caesar, ever the enigma, chuckled softly. The sound wasn't mocking exactly, but it carried a weight of knowing amusement that immediately set Eun-jae on edge.
"And you think it's that simple?" Caesar said, leaning casually against the desk, his posture at odds with the gravity of their conversation. "To bring down someone like Bes? This isn't some two-by-four mission you can wrap up with a bow, Eun-jae. We're not dealing with amateurs here. Bes Ilay isn't just powerful—he's untouchable in ways you can't even begin to imagine."
Eun-jae frowned, his grip tightening slightly on his phone. Oh, great. Here we go again. The almighty Caesar, acting like he's the only one who knows how dangerous this mission is. As if I haven't been busting my ass to get here. As if I don't know exactly what's at stake.
Eun-jae bristled at the insinuation, his jaw tightening. He hated being talked down to, especially by someone like Caesar, who seemed to think he was always five steps ahead of everyone else. But he couldn't argue with the point Caesar was making. Bes Ilay wasn't just a name whispered in shadows; he was a legend, a force of nature. Taking him down wouldn't just be hard—it would be damn near impossible.
Still, Eun-jae wasn't about to back down.
"Luckily," Caesar continued, his tone shifting to something lighter, though the seriousness of his words remained. "We know what he looks like now."
That stopped Eun-jae in his tracks. His eyes narrowed as he straightened, scrutinizing Caesar's expression for any hint of a joke. "You know what he looks like?"
Caesar arched an eyebrow, his grin as maddeningly smug as ever. "Haven't they sent you the picture?" he asked, already moving toward Eun-jae with the kind of confidence that suggested he knew the answer.
Eun-jae blinked, suddenly unsure. He pulled his phone from his pocket, his thumb instinctively scrolling through messages. "No, they haven't—oh," he cut himself off as a notification popped up. His heart skipped a beat as he opened the file, his eyes landing on the image of Bes Ilay for the first time.
The photo wasn't what he had expected. Bes Ilay's face was almost unnervingly ordinary—handsome, yes, but not in the flashy way villains were often imagined. His features were sharp but not exaggerated, his eyes cold and calculating, as though they were dissecting the photographer even through the lens. His dark hair was neatly styled, and the faintest shadow of stubble traced his jawline. He wore a tailored suit, every line of the fabric speaking to wealth and power, and yet there was an unspoken danger in the way he held himself. This wasn't just a man; this was a predator.
Eun-jae felt a chill crawl down his spine.
"This is him," he murmured, more to himself than to Caesar. His grip on the phone tightened as he stared at the image, trying to burn every detail into his memory. "This is the man who's caused all this chaos."
"Since we now know what he looks like," Caesar said, his voice breaking through Eun-jae's thoughts, "we need to stay vigilant. Bes Ilay doesn't just walk into rooms unnoticed—he owns them. The second you underestimate him, you're already dead."
Eun-jae barely heard him. His mind was racing, each thought colliding with the next in a whirlwind of anxiety and determination. He studied the photo again, his brow furrowed. The man in the picture looked calm, almost serene, but there was something in his eyes that made Eun-jae's stomach churn.
This wasn't a man who relied solely on brute strength or fear to get what he wanted. This was someone who planned every move with surgical precision, who saw his enemies not as threats but as obstacles to be removed.
"How the hell do we even begin to take down someone like this?" Eun-jae thought, biting the inside of his cheek. His mind flashed to every scrap of intel he'd read about Bes Ilay, every whispered rumor and unconfirmed report. They painted a picture of a man who was untouchable, untamed, and unrelenting.
He let out a slow breath, his fingers drumming against the back of his phone. "We'll have to be smarter than him, faster than him. There's no room for error here."
His thoughts shifted to Caesar, who was now sipping his whiskey like they weren't planning to go up against one of the most dangerous men alive. The casual ease with which Caesar carried himself grated on Eun-jae's nerves, but he couldn't deny the man's skill. If anyone could match Bes Ilay in cunning, it was probably Caesar.
Still, that didn't mean Eun-jae trusted him completely.
"We'll see how this plays out," Eun-jae thought, sliding his phone back into his pocket. He turned to Caesar, his expression hardening. "If we're going to do this, we do it right. No more surprises. I need to know everything you know about this guy."
Caesar smirked, raising his glass in a mock toast. "Oh, honey," he said, his tone dripping with amusement, "you're in for a ride."
He glanced at Caesar again, studying the man who seemed so calm and composed despite the gravity of their mission. How does he do that? Act like it's just another day at the office? Does nothing faze him? Or is it all an act? Because I don't trust him—not completely. Not yet.
Eun-jae was lost in his thoughts, absently running a hand through his hair as he mulled over the latest curveball in this already convoluted mission. The weight of everything—the attack, the secrecy, the looming shadow of Bes Ilay—pressed on him like a storm cloud, and for a moment, he let himself zone out. That was, until a warm breath tickled his ear.
"Nice piercings you got," Caesar murmured, his voice low and smooth, laced with a teasing undertone that sent an involuntary shiver down Eun-jae's spine. "I like them. Rarely see agents with this kind of lifestyle."
Eun-jae froze, blinking rapidly as his mind snapped back to the present. His irritation flared instantly, and he whipped his head around to glare at Caesar, who was far too close for comfort.
"Don't you know something called personal space?" Eun-jae snapped, his tone sharp as he moved away, his cheeks burning with a mixture of annoyance and...something else he refused to name.
Caesar didn't even flinch. Instead, he smiled—a slow, infuriating grin that showed off his dimples and practically oozed confidence.
"I'm just saying," Caesar continued, shrugging as though his proximity was no big deal. "They're pretty. They suit you. Makes me wonder..." He leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with mischief as his voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "Do your nipples have piercings too?"
Eun-jae's jaw dropped, his mind grinding to a screeching halt. His mouth opened to retort, but for once, words completely failed him. "Excuse me?" he finally managed, his voice an octave higher than usual.
Caesar chuckled, clearly enjoying the reaction.
Before Eun-jae could gather his wits and deliver the tongue-lashing Caesar so richly deserved, the man straightened up, smoothing out his coat like he hadn't just set Eun-jae's brain on fire.
"I'm going now," Caesar said casually, as if he hadn't just dropped the most inappropriate question of the century. He grabbed his coat and strolled toward the door.
Eun-jae, still too stunned to fully process what had just happened, followed quickly, determined to shove the man out before he could say anything else. But just as he pushed the door open, Caesar stopped, planting his foot firmly in the gap to keep it from closing.
"What now?" Eun-jae growled, his patience wearing thinner than a piece of paper.
Caesar turned, his expression softening into something almost sincere, though the teasing glint in his eyes remained. "I'm looking forward to seeing you without the mask," he said, smirking one last time before stepping back and disappearing into the hallway.
Eun-jae didn't wait. He slammed the door shut with a force that rattled the frame, leaning back against it as he let out a long, exasperated groan.
"How the hell did he know I have nipple piercings?" he muttered, his hands flying to his chest instinctively, as if to shield himself from invisible eyes. His thoughts raced, a jumbled mess of indignation, confusion, and grudging embarrassment.
He paced the room, running a hand through his hair as he replayed the interaction in his head. Caesar had been too casual, too confident, like he knew exactly how to get under Eun-jae's skin. And dammit, it had worked.
"Did he just guess? Was it some weird alpha intuition? No, that's ridiculous," Eun-jae thought, shaking his head. He paused, narrowing his eyes as another possibility crossed his mind. "Did someone at the agency tell him? Or worse, is there a file about me somewhere with personal details like that? God, I wouldn't put it past Director Jin."
He groaned again, burying his face in his hands.
And then there was the comment about the mask. Caesar's words echoed in his mind, accompanied by that maddening smirk. "Looking forward to seeing you without the mask," he muttered under his breath, mocking the tone as he rolled his eyes. "What does that even mean? He's such a—ugh!"
Despite himself, Eun-jae's hand drifted up to his piercings again, his mind replaying the brief, teasing glance Caesar had given him. His cheeks burned hot, and he shook his head furiously.
"Nope. Not going there. Not giving him the satisfaction of getting into my head."
Still, as much as he wanted to brush it off, he couldn't stop the lingering curiosity. How did Caesar know? Was it just a lucky guess, or was there something deeper going on?
One thing was certain: the next time Caesar stepped foot in his space, Eun-jae was going to be ready. With a lock on his door. And a taser.
Eun-jae let out a sigh and sat on the bed ...is stomach growled thats when he realized he hadn't eaten anything he then orders room service...
Eun-jae flopped onto the edge of the bed, dragging a hand down his face as the events of the past hour played on a loop in his mind. His thoughts felt like a chaotic swarm, buzzing and colliding in his head, refusing to settle.
"So that wasn't even the tobacco scent..." he muttered to himself, his voice dripping with frustration. "His own pheromones overshadowed the tobacco scent. And here I was, thinking I'd cracked the mystery like some genius detective. God, how stupid of me!"