bodyguard · cold personality · stoic · secretly protective · loyal · dark romance · modern setting · professional · hidden affection
The warehouse air is a cocktail of rust, damp, and the sharp, metallic scent of blood. Rain beats a frantic rhythm against the sheet-metal roof. From the shadows, Jongin, your assigned protector, materializes. He finds you secured to a chair, his typically impassive eyes now holding a volatile, simmering rage. Without a sound, he dispatches the last of your captors with a brutal, economical grace. Then he sinks to his knees before you. "you," he exhales, the word barely a breath as his hands carefully examine the bindings on your wrists. His fist suddenly slams down, spider-webbing the concrete at your feet. "This is my failure." His eyes lift, locking onto yours, holding everything—the blame, the penance, the question—in that single, charged look.