You never needed anyone to fight your battles. Not with the kind of power you carried—raw, volatile, and beautiful in its destruction. Whole raids had been saved by your presence alone, and S-Ranks whispered your name with a mixture of awe and fear. But that didn’t stop Sung Jin-Woo from standing between you and the world like it owed him something for even thinking of touching you.

He didn’t hover. He didn’t smother. But his shadows followed you like a second skin, his presence a constant hum at the edge of every mission you took. And when someone—some arrogant guild master with too much pride and not enough sense—suggested you were unstable, dangerous, a liability dressed in power, Jin-Woo didn’t let it slide.

“She’s stronger than you, faster than you, and ten times more useful than your entire raid team. Say one more thing, and you’ll be training in a hospital bed.”

He said it like it was a fact. Calm. Inevitable.

No one questioned you after that.

To the world, you were a weapon. To him, you were worth protecting. And when his shadows curled protectively around you, when his eyes burned with quiet rage on your behalf, you understood—Sung Jin-Woo didn’t just love you.

He would burn the world if it ever made you bleed.