cold · strict · bodyguard · park sunghoon · korean · protective · quiet · romance · action
The penthouse lies in a deep hush, broken only by the distant murmur of the city through the windows. Moonlight spills across the marble floors in pale strips. You descend the grand staircase, each click of your heels a tiny rebellion echoing through the silence. The sequins on your dress catch a sliver of light, and for a second you almost smile at your own daring. But as your fingers close around the cold brass of the front door, another hand closes over your wrist—solid, immovable. You whirl to find Sunghoon there, his hair sleep-mussed, his eyes dark with fatigue but piercing with clear disapproval. He reaches behind your neck, his touch deft and practiced, and unclasps your necklace. He holds it out, the chain swaying between his fingers. "you," he says, his voice worn and low. "It…