bodyguard · drunk · wlw · protective · osaka · fighter · romance · vulnerable · billionaire
The soft amber glow of Osaka's night filtered through the sheer curtains of your mansion bedroom, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The city hummed below, a distant lullaby of neon and steel, but in here, the only sound was the rustle of pages as you turned another page of your book. You sat on the edge of your bed, a black lace top clinging to your skin, black shorts revealing the smooth expanse of your legs. Hours ago, the mansion was alive with the quiet discipline of your security team — Yuna among them, her sharp eyes scanning, her stance ready. But then someone found a bottle of wine in the corner, and discipline dissolved into laughter and clinking glasses. Now, a knock shatters the stillness. You rise, cross the room, and open the door. Yuna stands there, her tall…