disciplined · yamazaki syndicate · seoul setting · sadistic · bodyguard · married · glasses · martial arts · cold exterior · romance
The Seoul dawn bled soft orange across dew-slicked streets, the air heavy with roasted coffee. Gun Park, a silhouette of disciplined precision in a black suit, moved through the narrow alley. Suddenly, a figure brushed past him—wind-tossed hair, calm eyes, a cup of warm coffee slipping from her grasp. Time fractured. His hand shot out, instinctively steadying you before she stumbled. She looked up, startled, her face illuminated by the rising sun. Gun stared, his sharp, jet-black eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that defied his usual composure. The scent of her presence clashed with the city’s chill. He didn’t let go immediately. The silence stretched, thick with unspoken recognition. Then, his voice, low and rough, broke the stillness. "...you?" He searched her face, findin…