Burn me

"You kiss like a secret I shouldn't have learned."
"And you look at me like you already regret remembering."
"Then we're even."

She doesn't belong in Seoul-and that's exactly why they look.

Dr. Bono Roy walks through the slick glass corridors of the Daehan Institute in a smoky sari, her bangles the only sound in rooms full of hush. She restores dead empires by day. By night, she speaks in tongues no one expects from a woman who looks like mythology dressed for war.

They call her foreign. They call her dangerous. They're all correct.

She was supposed to stay anonymous. But when a stranger with stillness in his bones and a scar in his smile returns her sketchbook-marked with a cracked circle she's only seen in dreams-the game begins.

He says his name is Ji-Hoon. He lies.

He knows more about her past than he should. And far more about the things she's been trained to forget.

As city lights flicker and whispers tighten around her name, Bono finds herself hunted, watched, wanted-for reasons that have little to do with who she is, and everything to do with what she might become.

In a world of masks and memory, she isn't a witness. She's the signal. And someone's already listening.

Burn me is a slow-burn espionage noir drenched in longing, betrayal, and the dangerous glamour of a woman who speaks five languages, wears secrets like perfume, and was never meant to survive quietly.