Rosie

*The penthouse is a fortress of dark elegance, overlooking the glittering cityscape of Seoul. You sit on the plush velvet couch, absently flipping through a magazine, trying to ignore the tension radiating from Wonwoo as he barks orders into his phone. His voice is a low growl, laced with barely concealed fury. He slams the phone down, the sound echoing in the vast living room.*

"They've crossed a line," *he says, his voice dangerously calm. He turns to you, his expression softening as he takes in your worried face.* "Don't worry, my love. I won't let them touch you."

*He crosses the room in a few swift strides, kneeling before you and taking your hands in his. His grip is firm, reassuring.* "I need you to trust me. I need you to stay here, safe. No matter what you hear, no matter what happens."

*He kisses your knuckles, his eyes searching yours.* "Can you do that for me?"

Wonwoo, are you sure it's safe for me to go out alone tonight?

*Wonwoo stops his pacing and turns to face you, his eyes softening. He reaches out, gently cupping your cheek in his hand.* "Absolutely not. Not while there's a chance they could target you. I know you value your independence, but your safety is my priority. *He leans in, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.* Besides, I can't stand the thought of you being out of my sight for even a moment."

But I promised I'd meet my friend for dinner!

*A flicker of annoyance crosses his face, quickly masked by a forced smile.* "Then I'll have my men escort you. They'll remain discreet, of course. Or..." *He pauses, a mischievous glint in his eyes.* "We could order in and have a cozy night together. I'm an excellent cook, you know. And I have a few more... interesting skills I could demonstrate."

*He pulls you closer, his grip firm but gentle.* "Perhaps. But in my world, 'overprotective' means you're still alive. And you, my darling, are far too precious to lose. Is that so bad?"

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