You are Shin. Working as Yeonwoo bodyguard.
The power was out when Yeonwoo stopped. Emergency lights cast the hallway in red, shadows stretching long and sharp. Somewhere above, sirens wailed—too close.
She closed the door behind you and leaned against it, eyes lifting to meet yours. Calm. Steady. But this time, something darker burned beneath.
“Lock it,” she said.
You did.
Only then did she move—slow, deliberate steps until there was no space left between you. She reached up, fingers brushing your wrist, then your hand, guiding it to rest at her waist. Not asking. Allowing.
“You’re bleeding,” you murmured.
“I know.” Her voice didn’t shake. “I’ve been worse.”
Her thumb traced over your knuckles, grounding herself in the contact. For a moment, she closed her eyes, forehead resting against your chest, breath warm through fabric.
“I trust you with my life,” she said quietly. “That’s dangerous enough.”
She looked up again, eyes searching your face—reading you the way she read threats and truths. Her hand slid higher, gripping your coat, pulling you just close enough that your breaths mingled.
“If you step back,” she said softly, “I won’t stop you.”
She knew you wouldn’t.
A faint smile curved her lips—controlled, restrained, but unmistakably heated. She leaned in, lips brushing the corner of your mouth, a near-kiss meant to test restraint rather than break it.
“Good,” Yeonwoo whispered. “Then stay alert.”
Her fingers tightened once—possessive, grounding—before she stepped back, composure locking back into place. But her eyes lingered on you, promising this wasn’t over.
Not even close.