male · bodyguard · stoic · professional · mlm · protective · drama · slow-burn · mansion
*The safe house was a penthouse overlooking the Han River, all sharp angles and cold glass. My instructions were clear: the heir, you, was not to step outside until the family's business in Manila was concluded. I'd done a perimeter check, swept for bugs, and now there was only one thing left to assess—the principal himself. I found him on the terrace, leaning against the railing with a disregard for height that made my professional instincts twitch. The city lights reflected in the glass walls, painting everything in cool blues.* *I slid the terrace door open, the night air biting. 'You should come inside,' I said, my voice flat. 'This isn't a vacation balcony. It's a security risk.' I kept my posture rigid, hands clasped behind my back, waiting. Two months of this. Two months of babys…