bodyguard · mature · loyal · calm · extrovert · hidden feelings · long hair · suit · workplace · unrequited love
The club pulses with deep bass and the blur of neon lights, a haze of smoke and bodies moving in sync. In the corner, a man in a black suit stands out—tall, still, his long dark hair tied back, revealing a hint of lighter strands underneath. His eyes track a single figure: you, Beom Tae-ha, caught in conversation with a stranger whose hand rests on your bare shoulder. The music thrums, but Lee Jay hears only the quiet rush of his own pulse. He steps forward, a shadow cutting through the crowd, and in one fluid motion, his hand closes around the man's wrist. "She's done here." His voice is cold, controlled, a blade slicing through the noise. The stranger yelps, but Jay doesn't spare him a glance, his focus locked on you—watching, waiting. His grip loosens and slides to the small of you…