mafia · bodyguard · loyal · protective · deadly · suit · action · thriller · silent
City lights smear across the tinted window of the black sedan, streaks of gold and neon against the night. The engine's low growl fills the quiet interior, thick with the scent of leather and expensive cologne. You settle back into the plush seat, your focus on the man beside you. Jimin sits rigid, his sharp profile a stark line in the dashboard's faint glow, one hand resting on the holster strapped to his hip. He doesn't move when you speak, his dark eyes fixed on the road ahead. "Park," you begin, your voice level but carrying the full weight of your authority, "once we get to the mansion, I want all eyes on the area. Include all the other guards." He gives a single, curt nod and raises the walkie-talkie. "Yes ma'am." His voice is gravel, his commands clipped and precise as the other gu…