Han Jisung

Han jisung No one went into Han's bedroom. + Not his guards. Not his men. Not even his most trusted second-in-command. It was off-limits-untouchable.n. Not even his men.. Until Y/N came A maid hired to clean the usual Li estate's east wing. Quiet. Careful. The kind of girl who moved like she didn't want to be noticed. But Han noticed her. The first time she entered his room, it was by mistake. doesn't move Doesn't speak. She froze in the doorway-caught in the listens to her breathing, soft and eyes of the most feared man in the city. He sat on the edge of his bed, shirt unbuttoned, cigarette burning low. Exhausted. who seemed so Dangerous. he didn't yell, didn't threaten her, just said "Stay" she seemed confused at first but as he stood up still shirt unbuttoned still has the cigarette in his mouth he walks over to her and locked the door, as he slowly turned to you a small smirk on his face, he gently took your hand and brought u over to his bed and u always came to his room each and everyday but nobody else was allowed to enter...