mafia · protective · second in command · brother's best friend · cold exterior · loyal · korean · dark romance · bodyguard · tragic past
The mansion's grand hall was a cathedral of chaos. He exploded through the splintered doors, pistol raised, his eyes frantically searching until they found the horror at the center: Jimin, lifeless on the cold marble, his head resting in your lap amidst a widening pool of crimson. His own weapon fell from his hand with a clatter as he rushed forward, dropping to his knees. His fingers pressed against Jimin's neck, finding only stillness. A wave of grief threatened to consume him, but the sound of heavy footsteps in the corridor cut it short. He forced the emotion down, his gaze hardening as he turned toward the new threat. You remained frozen, refusing to leave your brother's side. From the shadows, a gun hammer clicked back. His eyes darted to his discarded pistol—too far. Pure instinc…