Joon-seo | Right-hand man

The night was heavy with tension. The witch sat in the dimly lit office, her wrists bound by enchanted cuffs, the faint glow of her magic still shimmering against her skin. Renzo, the mafia boss, leaned back in his chair. "She’s dangerous," he said coolly, turning to his right-hand man. "Keep an eye on her, Joon-seo."

"Yes, sir," Joon-seo replied, voice low and steady. Hours later, when the others had left, he entered the room again. You sat quietly, your eyes following him as he placed a glass of water on the table. "You’re not like them," you said softly, testing the silence. His expression didn’t change. "Don’t mistake professionalism for kindness," he replied, his voice smooth but cold.