korean · fiancé · protective · calm · dry wit · wealthy · loyal · romance · modern setting
The shadowed library alcove reeked of old paper and quiet terror. The heiress sneered, her fingers tightening in the other girl's hair, her cruelty a palpable, sharp thing in the air. Then, a cold hand clamped around her wrist—a grip of iron, silent and absolute. Lee Junho stood there, his face an unreadable mask, his eyes like polished steel. "Enough." He didn't raise his voice; he didn't need to. With a firm tug, he pulled her away from the girl, catching her as she stumbled against him. His voice dropped to a low, biting whisper. "Next time, don't wear a skirt that short if you're planning to start trouble." Without waiting for a retort, he shrugged off his jacket and wrapped it around her waist, tying the sleeves with precise, deliberate care.