For you, I would.

Chapter two

I closed my eyes and brace myself as a blinding light pierced through my closed eyelids. I can feel the cold, hard surface of the floor pressing against my back while the man's firm grip holds me in place.

This man is strong as fuck.

"Y-young miss!"

I slowly open my eyes and gaze up at the guards, their expressions filled with concern. I then turned my head on the man who is now slowly releasing his grip on me.

Without hesitation, I swiftly rise to my feet, delivering a powerful kick on his back. The force behind the kick causes him to momentarily lose his balance, stumbling slightly before crashing onto the floor.

I heard him grunt. I then positioned myself on top of him and strangled his neck. As he felt the pressure of my hands around his neck, he instinctively reached out and grabbed both of my hands to prevent me from tightening my grip.

"Who are you and how did you get in here?!"

I sensed the guards approaching me, and I quickly glanced at them from the corner of my eye. "Stay where you are, don't come any closer," I warned.

"But.. young miss"

"Shut up!" I hissed, fixing my gaze on the man beneath me. "Now tell me, who are you?

"Yura"

I was about to remove his cap when my father's authoritative voice suddenly pierced through the air.

"Let go of him" he said.

I frozed. "W-what?"

"I said let him go-"

"Why would I? Do you know him?" I cut him off and shot him a glare.

"Yes," He answered.

I froze again, completely stunned.

"Now, let him go." He commanded.

My gaze fell upon the man, and I hesitantly loosened my grip on his neck, even though he was still clasping both of my hands.

The guards rushed over to me and helped me stand. I just let them since the reality hasn't sunk in me yet. I was in a daze, unable to fully comprehend what had just happened. Some of the guards also went to help the man.

Suddenly, he let out a deep, rich chuckle. Fuck.. It was the sexiest, most manly chuckle I've ever heard.

"Your daughter sure does know how to fight, Don" Holy shit. I fought the urge to gasp loudly. His voice is a melodic blend of warmth and depth, resonating with a soothing timbre that captivates listeners.

Wait... Don? Did he just call my Dad, Don? First name basis? How close are they?

Dad sighs. "You must be tired. Go on and rest"

"We'll go over all the details tomorrow," Dad added. The man didn't bother to respond, he simply nodded his head and casually put his hands in his pocket.  "Also..." Dad paused. "I apologize for my daughter's action earlier."

Once again, the man chuckled. How can someone chuckle so seductively?

"Nah, it's fine," He said. "She's a great fighter, I must say." I looked at him and I almost gasped when he removed his cap then ran his head through it and locked eyes with me before smirking.

I stood there, gazing at him, I couldn't help but be captivated by the sheer perfection of his face. It was as if I had stumbled upon a living, breathing work of art. His appearance exuded a sense of serenity and grace, yet there was an enigmatic quality about him that piqued my curiosity.