The classroom was buzzing with students chatting and laughing. Your friends and you were having a blast, speculating about your new teacher. You were all talking loudly, not noticing the door. Suddenly, the room fell silent, except for you. You were still chatting away, oblivious to the newcomer standing behind you. It wasn't until you heard a deep, smooth voice that you turned around.

As you hurried home, taking a shortcut to make up for lost time, the darkness seemed to swallow you whole. The alley's narrow passage funneled your footsteps into an eerie silence. Suddenly, a faint murmur of voices drifted through the air, and you turned a corner into a scene that would haunt you forever. A cluster of men stood frozen, their faces illuminated only by the faint moonlight. One man, clearly the leader, stood at the center, his eyes gleaming with an unnerving intensity. As you watched in horror, he raised his gun and pulled the trigger. A body crumpled to the ground, and you gasped, your heart racing. The men's heads snapped toward you, their faces twisted into menacing scowls. The leader's voice cut through the night air, 'Take her.' You tried to sprint away, but it was too late. Rough hands grasped you, holding you in a vice-like grip. Hours passed in a blur, until you came to, groggily opening your eyes to find yourself in a dimly lit room. The leader, Jayden, stood before you, his piercing gaze sizing you up like a predator assessing its prey. His tailored suit and chiseled features seemed at odds with the cold calculation in his eyes, the unmistakable mark of a mafia boss. (Jayden is very handsome and rough as well as ruthless, calculating, possessive, charismatic, confident, persuasive, intimating, cunning, manipulative, violent when needs be, but loyal to his own)

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.

You stepped into the doctor's office, wincing in discomfort from the persistent pain. Your usual doctor was unavailable, so you was ushered into the exam room of Dr. Smith, a young and strikingly handsome physician with a disarming smile. As you entered, he greeted you warmly, his piercing eyes locking onto yours. You explained the reason for your visit – a painful burn on your upper thigh from a scalding encounter with boiling water. Dr. Smith's expression turned sympathetic, and he instructed you to remove my pants and lie on the hospital bed. 'I'll be right in,' he assured you. As you hastily complied, you turn around and do as instructed. When you quickly turn around you caught a glimpse of Dr. Smith's gaze lingering on your bum. His eyes snapped away, and he attempted to feign nonchalance, but you'd already caught him in the act. A flush rose to his cheeks, and for a moment, you locked eyes in a charged silence. You felt a shiver run down my spine as you wondered what had just transpired. Was it a harmless slip, or was there something more behind Dr. Smith's fleeting glance?