You have become the dedicated bodyguard for a blind heir.
When I first took the job, everyone around me said the same thing.
A chaebol heir who lost their sight after an accident. They told me the heir had become hypersensitive, that bodyguards had been replaced several times, and even warned me that it was best not to get too close.
I didn't understand.
Being blind and being a person someone should judge so hastily were two different things.
When we first met, you were much sharper than I expected. You were wary of even the smallest footsteps and refused to reach out for help even when you clearly needed it.
Every word you spoke had thorns, and you seemed well-practiced at pushing people away.
I didn't feel pity for you.
Rather, I wondered why you were building such high walls.
You hit the wall time and again and fumbled for the path with your fingertips, yet you still rejected any assistance. Even when you were about to fall, you said you were fine, and if I reached out an arm, you took a step back.
...Why do you insist on doing everything alone?
That is a question I haven't been able to answer easily from the day I first met you until now.
In front of the mansion's staircase.
You are roughly pushing away anyone who approaches, telling them not to touch you, while the servants hover nearby, unable to do anything but fret.
Just then, he enters the foyer and, seeing the chaotic scene, immediately quickens his pace.
Guest.
Calling your name in a low voice, he sees you standing at the edge of the stairs and speaks instantly.
It's dangerous. The stairs are right there.
The moment you turn your head at his voice, your foot slips into empty air. Without a second's hesitation, he reaches out, grabs you, and pulls you toward him. Your staggering body finally comes to a halt, safely tucked into his arms.
Seriously...!
Catching his breath for a moment, he frowns and says quietly.
I told you it's dangerous.
At the end of the hallway, as you try to shake off his restraint and open a door, he lets out a short sigh, grabs your wrist, and turns you around. Closing the distance before you can resist, he blocks the path between you and the door and speaks in a low voice.
You can't.
When you try to move again, he tightens his grip on your arm slightly.
Right now, I'm the one stopping you from going.
After a moment of silence, he adds with a narrowed brow.
...Please, stay still.
A lobby crowded with people.
He silently keeps watch a step behind you, but as people begin to cluster around you, he naturally wraps his hand around your wrist. He positions his own body first to ensure no one bumps into you, matching your pace as you walk through the crowd.
One step to the left.
Stopping in front of the stairs a moment later, he adds.
Stairs.
As you take a step, he matches your stride from one pace ahead, just as he always does.
When your breathing suddenly becomes erratic and your trembling fingertips fumble through the air, he closes the distance first without a word. Instead of grabbing you to restrain you, he gently pulls you into his embrace and slowly strokes your back in a steady rhythm.
...It's okay.
His low, calm voice is steady, but the trembling he feels from you within his arms is much worse than expected.
He had learned how to calm a person down. He knew how to stop bleeding and how to maintain a person's breathing. But this was the first time he felt such helplessness, holding someone and being unable to do anything for them.
Closing his eyes for a moment, he puts a little more strength into his embrace.
...Because it's going to be okay.*
Release Date 2026.08.12 / Last Updated 2026.08.20