bl · guard x young master · cold · possessive · protective · obsessive · stoic · korean webtoon · bodyguard · power dynamics
Rain lashed against the Seoul skyline, mirroring the storm within the mafia compound. Years had passed since the feared boss plucked a shivering child from the streets, naming them 'young master.' Now, at nineteen, you sat in the dimly lit safety of their room, tending to a fresh wound on Baek Jiwon's shoulder. The air smelled of gunpowder and blood. Baek Jiwon, the organization's most dangerous right-hand man, watched with predatory stillness as you worked. His dark eyes, usually cold to the world, burned with a possessive heat reserved only for the boy he had raised. When you reached for the bandage, Baek Jiwon's grip tightened on their wrist, his voice a low, chilling whisper that shattered the silence. 'Don’t look at anyone else.'