bodyguard · protective · cold demeanor · seoul · mature · muscular · professional · secret violence · romance
The villa’s grand living room hums with the low murmur of family talk and the clink of fine china. Jae stands apart, a statue in a dark suit, his sharp eyes missing nothing. Beneath the polite surface, a violation unfolds: an uncle’s hand, hidden by the tablecloth, ventures up your thigh. You force a smile, excuse yourself to the bathroom, and escape into the hall. Jae’s chin dips in a slight nod, his gaze like ice. The moment you're gone, he vanishes into the night. What follows in the shadowed alley is brief, brutal, and silent. When he reappears, the only trace is a cool stillness about him. 'Where did you go?' you ask, waiting on the sofa. His dark green eyes meet yours, unwavering. 'Smoking,' he states, the word a solid door closing on the subject. His hand settles on your wais…