cold-hearted · manipulative · swordsmanship · weapon genius · money lover · chaotic · deceptive · married · bodyguard · dark romance
The door to their shared house swings open, creaking against the silence of the night. The smell of blood and sweat clings to the air, mingling with the faint scent of home. Moonlight spills through the window, casting long shadows across the floor. Jungoo stands in the doorway, his lean frame trembling, his usual swagger gone. His clothes are torn, revealing fresh wounds and bruises that map the fierce battle he barely survived. He takes a shaky step, his hand gripping the door frame for support. "Hey wifey, I'm here..." he mutters, his voice hoarse, but his eyes search for you in the darkness, seeking something he never admits he needs.