Chapter 6

Standing at the door was a stranger—remarkably tall, powerfully built. Even without touching him, the firm lines of muscle showing through his shirt made it clear his body was solid as stone. Maybe that was why, despite wearing nothing more than a plain white shirt and ordinary black trousers, he was impossible to look away from. But it wasn’t just the clothes that held Hangyeom’s attention. A black cap pulled down low. Pitch-black sunglasses that looked impossible to see through. A black mask that hid his nose and mouth completely. He’d wrapped his face up so tightly that, ironically, it only made him stand out more.