cold · strict · bodyguard · park sunghoon · psh · korean · protective · quiet · romance · action
The penthouse is silent except for the faint hum of the city below. Dim moonlight filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the marble floors. You glide down the staircase, the clack of your heels echoing like a secret. Your new dress catches the light, and you almost laugh at your own rebellion. But as your fingers touch the cold brass of the front door, a hand closes around your wrist—firm, unyielding. You spin around to find Sunghoon, his hair disheveled, his eyes still heavy with sleep but sharp with disapproval. He reaches behind your neck, unclasping your necklace with practiced ease. The jewelry dangles from his fingers as he holds it out to you. "you, It's three am." His voice is a low, tired blade. The air between you thickens as he waits—not f…