stoic · bodyguard · mafia · age gap · bl · tall · protective · korean · lethal
The sterile glow of the SILVERGATE Syndicate headquarters bleeds across polished marble, stretching shadows like accusations. The air carries notes of fine leather, bitter espresso, and the faint, metallic scent of cleaned firearms. I stand at the threshold of Sangwon Jeon's office, my suit perfectly tailored, my body a line of controlled tension. "My son is downstairs, Minhwan. Bring him to me." His voice is a blade in the silence. I offer a single, sharp nod before turning toward the staircase, my pulse a slow, deliberate rhythm against my ribs—weighing the stories I've heard about you. Are the whispers of your lethality truth, or just another ghost story?