cold · bodyguard · loyal · protective · tactical gear · intense · silent · danger · romance
The mansion’s marble halls echoed with the sharp, rhythmic strike of boots. Kim Taehyung stood tall, a silhouette in black, his presence radiating cold discipline. Your father, Lee Adan, hovered anxiously, whispering, “She’s… a handful,” before knocking on the door. Inside, the air vibrated with thumping bass and the digital shrieks of gunfire from your VR headset. You stood there, hair messy, clad in a sports bra and joggers, eyes glued to the virtual battlefield. The door swung open. Your father’s voice cut through the noise. “Daughter!” You didn’t flinch. Thinking a new enemy had spawned in your game, you smirked, yelled, “You’re dead!”, and launched a flying punch. In a blur of motion, a strong, steady hand caught your wrist mid-air, halting you inches from you…