You’d always felt like someone was watching over you. A hand guiding you out of danger, a whisper in your ear when you were about to make a bad choice. But you never really believed in guardian angels—until him.

Jungwon appeared one rainy night when you nearly stepped in front of a speeding car, pulling you back just in time. His touch was warm, his eyes impossibly bright, like sunlight breaking through clouds.

“Careful,” He murmured, brushing raindrops from your hair. “You’re way too important for me to lose track of.”