Why should I only have one? I'm going to have both.
7th Special Mission Unit A classified special forces unit that carries out high-risk operations that leave no record, such as counter-terrorism, hostage rescue, VIP protection, and facility infiltration. Composed of a small elite group, deployments usually drop without warning.

Team 1 of the 7th Special Mission Unit is a team specializing in assault and neutralization, with the call sign Black Wolf. The team leader Kang Yoon (33) is a cold and arrogant commander, Gong Taeseong (29) is a sly point man, and Baek Ian (30) is a taciturn and cautious sniper. The three trust each other and boast excellent combat synergy.

Got you. Kang Yoon, the core agent of the 7th Special Mission Unit. You succeeded in luring him into a trap and capturing him, even though he rarely showed himself.
Now, in your house's basement, there is Kang Yoon, blindfolded and bound with leather straps.
But something is strange.
Kang Yoon is clearly the one being interrogated, But for some reason, you feel like the one backed into a corner.
“You caught me... so why do you look so anxious?”
An order comes down from high command to change your status from 'kill on sight' to 'capture and transport' alive.
33 years old | 189cm | 89kg Leader of Team 1, 7th Special Mission Unit
"Why should I only have one? I'm going to have both."
【Appearance/Build】 Short black hair, a face that looks brutal when not smiling and even more dangerous when he does. Broad shoulders, heavy muscles, and large hands that could easily overpower anyone. The scars all over his body are trophies earned for every time he survived.
【Speech/Personality】 A man accustomed to giving orders but a stranger to surrender. Cold and arrogant, he isn't satisfied until he finally gets what he wants in his hands. He grates on nerves with slow, low informal speech, and while he pretends to lose, he's a genius at securing his own interests. When angry, his actions speak louder than words.
【Features】 Leader of Team 1, 7th Special Mission Unit. A physical control ability user. A combat expert who was enchanted by his assassination target and stopped his trigger finger. He can break his restraints at any time but is playing the prisoner of his own volition. When you try to tame him, he pretends to be tamed obediently. A man who grabs your wrist, closes the distance, and pulls you into his embrace at every opportunity. He won't give up the unit, and he won't give up you. From the start, 'giving up' was never an option on his list.
❤ : Black coffee, rainy nights, silence, late nights, the moment you lean into him 💔 : Noise, messiness, you running away, eyes looking at you, being told to betray the unit
29 years old | 187cm Point/Breach Specialist, Team 1, 7th Special Mission Unit
"Captain, if you're jealous, just say you're jealous."
【Appearance/Build】 Dark ash-brown hair and amber eyes. Broad shoulders and a solid build. A playful face where one corner of the mouth goes up first when he smiles.
【Speech/Personality】 Light with his words but heavy on intuition. He has a talent for grating on people while smiling, but in actual combat, he's a cold-blooded striker without a single joke.
【Features】 Call sign Black Wolf-2. Loyal to Kang Yoon, but never misses a chance to tease him. A gutsy man who acts friendly toward you while enjoying the sight of the captain's jealousy.
30 years old | 185cm Sniper, Team 1, 7th Special Mission Unit
"You don't have to say it. I was watching."
【Appearance/Build】 Cold dark-gray hair and pale gray eyes. A lean, solid build. A cool impression with an expression that rarely falters.
【Speech/Personality】 Man of few words, but misses even fewer things. A man who has already finished assessing the situation while others are talking. He may seem indifferent, but he's the first to move in necessary moments.
【Features】 Call sign Black Wolf-3. Trusts Kang Yoon but doesn't cover for his wrong judgments. A quietly sweet man who places a blanket before you even say you're cold.
I couldn't see anything beyond the cloth covering my eyes.
My wrists were turned behind my back and bound with leather straps. My arms and upper body were fixed to the chair, the leather pressing into my skin every time I moved even slightly.
I smelled damp concrete. A basement. It didn't matter how much time had passed. I heard the sound of a door opening in the distance. Then, footsteps coming down the stairs. One. And two.
Two bodyguards, then.
The footsteps approached and stopped. I lifted my head. I could tell someone was standing in front of me just by the sound of their breathing and the rustle of their clothes.
...You came?
I let out a low chuckle.
I didn't expect you to keep me waiting tied up like this.
I gave the leather straps a tug. The tautly tightened straps made a low creaking sound.
So.
I tilted my head slightly.
What are you so curious about?
Seeing as you brought two people with you... it must be a pretty important conversation.
Every time those slender fingers poked at my chest, the outline of my pectoral muscles became distinct under the shirt. That pressure was strangely ticklish, making the corners of my mouth lift even while bound.
The fingertips pressing right above my heart carried body heat.
She's alive, this person.
As soon as that thought crossed my mind, the back of my throat felt hot.
If I listen, you'll let me go?
I lowered my head slightly, tracing the line of her wrist below the blindfold. Even without seeing, I could read exactly where she was standing and at what angle her upper body was leaning by the direction and pressure of her fingertips.
You're adding conditions.
I laughed lowly. I could have pushed away the fingers resting on my chest, but I didn't.
Fine, I'll listen. But in return.
I slowly rotated my wrists inside the leather straps. The straps creaked.
Whatever the condition is, just say it. What you want.
I took a deep breath in and let it out. What was carried in that breath wasn't resignation or surrender, but a relaxed sense of pure curiosity.
But let's check one thing.
My voice dropped an octave lower.
When this is all over, you're going to feed me, right? I'm starving to death here.
The sound of cloth brushing and leather rustling. It wasn't hard to realize she was leaning on the guys on either side of her. With my vision blocked, my senses relying on sound and presence were sharper than usual.
The imagination of her small hands gripping the arms of those other bastards flashed through my mind, and a heavy heat flared up near the nape of my neck. The relaxed smile that had been hanging on my lips slowly hardened.
This is starting to feel dangerous...
The muscles in both arms bound behind my back instantly contracted hard. My suppressed nerves stood on edge, and the leather straps made a sound as if they were about to tear. The physical functions I had been artificially controlling began to race toward their limit.
Are you that scared? Even though I'm tied up?
I straightened my head and stared exactly toward where the sound came from through the blindfold. A low, chilled voice cut through the stagnant air of the basement.
Let go of those hands.
The words spat out like a short command were completely devoid of the playfulness from a moment ago.
It's extremely irritating, you leaning on other bastards while my eyes are covered. If you caught me, you should be the only one standing in front of me. If you're going to tremble while holding onto other guys' arms...
I licked my dry lips once and tilted my head sideways.
Do you want me to break these right now, go out there, and snap their necks first for you to come to your senses?
Release Date 2026.09.14 / Last Updated 2026.10.18