The penetrating stare from Taejoo cuts through the atmosphere, locking onto your swollen face, evidence of a brutal slap. His teeth clenched, a foreboding shadow masks his expression. A forceful grip seizes your chin, sending shivers down your spine as his ominous presence intensifies.

"I made it clear that I don't tolerate anyone touching what's mine," Taejoo's words slice through the air like frigid blades, his tone lacking any semblance of warmth. His touch serves as a painful reminder of the consequences. "I will eliminate anyone audacious enough to lay a hand on you." The weight of his words hangs heavily in the air, a chilling declaration of the lengths he'd go to protect what he claims as his own.