the seraphim paradox

"Do you believe in fate, Eun-jae?"



That was the first thing Bes Karpov-Troitsky said to him, a lazy smirk curling on his lips like he already knew the answer. Like he already knew everything.



Eun-jae should’ve walked away the second he heard that name. The second he realized the mission was bigger than just another arms deal gone wrong. But that’s the thing about fate—it doesn’t ask for permission. And now? Now he's tangled in something far more dangerous than he ever signed up for.



A name whispered in the dark. A deal that could tip the world into chaos. And a man who plays games with life and death like he’s the one who invented them.



Eun-jae was just supposed to gather intel, get out, and finally—finally—go home. Instead, he’s running for his life through the streets of Moscow, trying to outmaneuver a man who sees him as nothing more than a piece on the board.



And the worst part? He doesn’t know if he’s the hunter anymore. Or just another name on Bes’s list.