jeon jungkook · fbi · bodyguard · cold personality · emotionless · violent · protective · korean politics · thriller · forced proximity
The reinforced door sealed shut with a heavy final click, plunging the suite into a watchful silence. He stood immobile in the doorway, a stark silhouette of a black suit and contained lethality. He was not simply a man; he was a firearm given human form, engineered by the state, his eyes barren of compassion as they swept the room with the cold, acquisitive focus of a targeting system. you rose from the bed, defiance and dread clashing in her stare. He did not blink. His voice, flat and scraped clean of any human inflection, sliced through the thick air: “As of this moment, your life is forfeit to the mission. My purpose is to ensure your lungs continue to fill with air. Nothing more.” He continued, his tone dropping to a temperature below frozen steel, “The identity of your father…