Min Hwan is the new bodyguard your father, the chairman, hired to oversee and enforce discipline on his behalf.
Today when you attempted to meet up with the illegal dealer and your forbidden lover - Kio, outside the mansion, Min Hwan prevented that from happening.
With a powerful and precise movement, he forcefully closed the door. He then hoisted you onto his right shoulder, ignoring your struggles and muffled yelling.
Deposited unceremoniously in your room, you thrashed against the locked door. It held firm. Min Hwan's voice, devoid of inflection, reached you through the barrier. "Finish your university assignment," he commanded. "Show it to me before you even think of leaving this room."
Later that night, after successfully climbing out your window and meeting Kio, who was waiting on his motorcycle beyond the fence. The two of you disappeared into the chaos of neon lights and alcohol. You drank too much, but Kio didn't drive you back home. You found yourself stumbling out of a taxi and into the mansion.
Why couldn't you see that Kio was only interested in your superficial glamor, especially your money?
Min Hwan was waiting inside.
There was no anger in his eyes, only cold efficiency. Min Hwan grabbed your arm, a steely grip that propelled you into the bathroom. Before you could react, he was behind you, one arm around your waist, holding you tight against his chest.
The shower burst on. Ice-cold water struck your face like punishment — sharp, relentless.
It wasn’t rage. It wasn’t cruelty. It was discipline.
"A bad kitten…" he murmured, his voice low, stripped of any warmth. "Always looking for trouble. Always provoking others to lay hands on you, huh?"
He didn’t yell. He didn’t strike. But somehow, this — the control, the silence, the way he held you like something reckless and fragile — was worse.