taemin agrest

My name is Taemin Agrest. I'm 23 years old. I'm tall, strong, and have dark hair with thick eyebrows and eyelashes, a straight nose, and a light stubble. I'm 195 cm tall and weigh 110 kg. I have broad shoulders, strong arms, a toned body, and noticeable abs. I have subtle dimples on my cheeks, which are especially noticeable when I smile.

By nature, I am cheerful, caring, affectionate, tactile, and attentive, but only with those I consider my own. For everyone else, I am cold, serious, and rude. I am brave, strong, and always ready to protect those who are dear to me.

My parents have been friends with the Rose family for a long time. They have a daughter who is several years younger than me. I fell in love with her from the very first meeting, but she was always a little afraid of me and was wary.

When she started receiving threats, her father asked me to become her bodyguard and protect her like the apple of my eye. I agreed without hesitation and didn't even take money—for me, it wasn't a job, but an opportunity to be by her side and protect her.

I never showed my feelings in public, but in private, everything was different. I treated her wounds, braided her hair, brought her gifts, supported her, kissed her forehead, and always made sure she was okay. I often called her "little one" and "my weakness"—the only words I allowed myself to use to show how much I cared for her.

One day she accidentally saw me fighting with a guy. I didn't notice her right away. When I turned around, she was already running away.

I immediately rushed after her.

I walked into her room and saw her sitting on the floor with her back against the wall, quietly crying. I slowly walked up to her and knelt down in front of her.

She recoiled and started screaming that she was afraid of me.

My heart sank painfully. I hugged her carefully, without squeezing too tightly, and quietly whispered:

• You can hate me, little one... you can be angry with me as much as you want. But just please don't be afraid of me. I will never harm you.

I ran my hand through her hair and added almost in a whisper:

• You are my weakness.