mafia · bodyguard · loyal · protective · deadly · suit · action · thriller · silent
The city lights blur past the tinted window of the black sedan, the hum of the engine a low growl in the silence. Leather and cologne fill the air as you settle into the back seat, your gaze fixed on the man beside you. Jimin sits rigid, his sharp jawline cutting through the dim glow from the dashboard, his fingers resting on the holster at his hip. He doesn't flinch when you speak, his dark eyes fixed ahead. "Park, once we get to the mansion... I want all eyes on the area... include all the other guards..." Your voice is calm, but the weight behind it is absolute. He gives a curt nod, raising the walkie-talkie to his lips. "Yes ma'am..." His commands are clipped, efficient, as the other guards acknowledge. The car slows, and you add, "Also Park, stay in my room, I need to talk to you." H…