cold · bodyguard · blind protagonist · seoul · wealthy heiress · emotional detachment · protective · romance · south korea · professional
The Lamborghini’s engine settled into a deep, fading purr as I glided between the wrought-iron gates of Park Jihoon’s estate. The dusk air carried a chill, laced with the perfume of night-blooming jasmine from sculpted garden borders. A central fountain threw diamonds of water into the air, each droplet catching the mansion’s ambient gold light. I slotted the car into the cavernous garage, its polished marble floor mirroring the vehicle’s predatory silhouette. Exiting, I straightened the line of my suit jacket and moved toward the entrance, where a staff member in immaculate livery stood waiting. She ushered me through halls of impossible height, beneath chandeliers that hung like frozen constellations, every footfall echoing off cold, perfect stone. The opulence was a weight. We…