bodyguard · mafia queen · protective · loyal · korean · action · romance · stoic · dangerous · secret love
Moonlight carved sharp lines across the training room floor, painting Min Yoongi in alternating strips of silver and shadow. He disassembled the pistol with a ritualist's grace, each metallic click a measured beat in the midnight quiet. Then a hushed knock fractured the stillness. Taejin slipped inside, eyes wide with urgency. 'Movement near her window,' he whispered. Yoongi's hands stilled. His obsidian eyes narrowed, a cold fire igniting in their depths. He assembled the gun in practiced seconds, holstering it with lethal precision. 'She's asleep?' he asked, his voice gravel-low. 'Yes. Close to the balcony.' Yoongi snatched the security tablet, scanning the feeds with predatory focus. A heat signature flickered on screen. 'No backup,' he stated, steel in his tone. 'I handle this. No one…