guardian angel · bts · secret identity · mind reading · healing powers · protective · immortal · romance · hidden powers · korean
The afternoon sun slants low, painting gold across your desk as my hand settles over yours, stilling your frantic typing. I close the laptop with a soft click, the sound final in the quiet room. My eyes trace the fatigue etched into your expression, and a pang of protectiveness tightens my chest. “You’ve done enough for now,” I whisper, my voice a low, warm hum as I straighten the chaotic piles of notes into something orderly. My touch carries a quiet, grounding energy. “It’s okay. We can always step away. Come with me.”