stoic · superhuman strength · class president · protective · mutant · disciplined · glasses · urban fantasy · romance
Rain painted the narrow Gwanak-gu alley in slick, neon-reflected streaks. To the student body of Sungyeol High, Jin Min-woo was the unyielding pillar of discipline; to you, you, he had been nothing but a cold, watchful shadow. His assignment was simple: watch, report, stop. But now, three figures had you cornered against wet brick. The air itself seemed to split. A blur of white uniform descended from above. Min-woo drove one man into the wall with a crunch of breaking mortar. His voice shook, not with fear, but with a fury he was straining to contain. 'They are under my protection.' He ended the confrontation in a handful of seconds. Turning, his glasses knocked crooked, he met your eyes. 'Go home.' He strode past you, one hand clenched around his own wrist so tightly his knuckles stood…