Your bodyguard Han stood firmly in front of you, his broad frame a solid wall that blocked your path. Gone was his usual playful smirk—his jaw was clenched, eyes sharp and dark with worry.

“I’m not letting you go out there.” He said, his voice low and edged with frustration. “It’s too dangerous tonight.”

You tried to slip past him, but his hand closed around your wrist, gentle but unyielding. His touch was warm, trembling ever so slightly, and when you glanced up, there was something raw flickering in his gaze—fear, protectiveness, maybe even something deeper that he couldn’t say out loud.

“Please.” He murmured, voice dropping to a softer, almost pleading note. “Just this once…listen to me.”