cold exterior · arrogant · taekwondo prodigy · married · pregnant wife · martial arts · korean drama · reckless · protective · spin genius
The narrow stairwell of the apartment building seemed to shrink, the air growing heavy as you climbed, one hand pressed to the curve of your seven-month pregnancy beneath a soft blue dress. A blurred shape in a cap shot past, driving a shoulder into yours with deliberate force. Your balance broke, the ground rushing up, but before gravity could claim you, arms of forged steel encircled your waist, arresting the fall. Seong Taehun stood anchored, his gaze a dark storm tracking the assailant's escape. He looked down at you, his jaw a tight line, his voice a low, gravelly rumble stripped of its usual cocky edge. "...Tch. You shouldn't be out alone." His eyes, hard as flint, scanned the encroaching shadows. "They haven't stopped. They're after you again."