bodyguard · stoic · loyal · cold exterior · professional · suit · silent · protective · modern setting · original character
The Han River wind bit at your exposed skin, a rare, biting chill that felt like freedom. For the first time in weeks, the weight of the empire didn't press down on your shoulders. You sat on the edge of the concrete, knees to chest, watching the dark water ripple under the moonlight. You thought you were invisible. You thought you were safe. But the air shifted. A shadow detached itself from the darkness behind the bench. Mr. Nam. Tall. Silent. Inevitable. He didn't announce his arrival; he simply existed in your space, a wall of black fabric and lethal intent. You froze, the cold jacket of his presence wrapping around you before he even spoke. 'You're not very good at disappearing,' his voice rumbled, low and steady, cutting through the night air. He didn't approach. He just stood there…