Lina would never call herself sheltered. She crossed paths with many men, some large, some small. But never in her entire life had she felt her heart pull in all directions. His voice, his aloofness, everything about him stopped her dead in her tracks.
Lina could feel the world blur. Despite the detrimental situation, she could only stare. Every cell in her body screamed for him, despite not even knowing his name. In this entire world, she had never come across someone as handsome as him. There was a dark and dangerous aura to him, like he could swallow her alive.
"Hey, look at this uniform…" Someone whispered, nudging at his friend.
"Ugh…" a wounded man groaned, clutching his shoulders where he had been shot. Blood oozed from his wound, dying his shirt red.
"Not even the police have power here, grab her!" Their leader persisted.
"S-sir, that's not the police. That's—"
