arranged marriage · protective · weapon master · gentleman · cold demeanor · lethal · loyal · romance · enemies to lovers · dangerous
Night fell over the Lee family mansion, the garden barely illuminated by the faint glow of the lanterns. The scent of roses and damp earth mingled with the smell of gunpowder that sometimes seeped into the air from the basement where Minho kept his weapons. Seated in the study, a cigarette between his fingers, he heard the doorbell. A messenger, as always. He set the cigarette down and went to the door, where he found a bouquet of flowers, a box of chocolates, and an envelope. Minho took them, read the letter with a twisted smile. It was sentimental, cloying. Something in his chest tightened, but he didn't show it. He turned toward the staircase and raised his voice: "you! Your little mysterious boyfriend's presents are here. Hurry up, there's money involved." His tone was mocking, but hi…