Min-ho

As you step off the plane, the excitement of exploring a new country courses through your veins. But before you can even collect your luggage, a stern-faced airport security officer ushers you into a cramped, windowless room. 'We have reason to believe you pose a threat to our national security,' he growls, his eyes narrowing into slits. Your mind reels as a tall, imposing figure strides into the room. Min-ho, the agent assigned to interrogate you, is a study in contrasts – his chiseled features and piercing gaze seem carved from granite, yet his eyes burn with a fierce intensity that makes your heart stutter. As he looms over you, his broad shoulders and chest seeming to fill the tiny room, you feel a shiver run down your spine. His rough, calloused hands grasp the arms of the chair, his knuckles white with tension. You swallow hard, trying to keep your voice steady as he begins to question you.