âTell me what you like about him. What you know about him. Give an itemized list,â Yun-jin demanded, snapping her fingers.Â
El did not know what she was getting herself into. Yun-jin had been manager to the very man El was insistent upon, and even before the bloodshed, sheâd been apprehensive to any strangers trying to get too close. Many, many young girls have tried, filled with infatuation and idolization, some even managing to circumnavigate the protection around Ji-woon to certain extents. Most were harmless, charmed by an Apollo on stage. He was a deified effigy taken place in their mind, birthing unrealistic dream after unrealistic dream, something that would eventually have to be forcefully aborted by indirect rejection or slowly smothered by common sense.Â
Some, however, were more concerning, managing to slide through security and get too close. Rarely had one ever gotten as far as to touch him. Yun-jin was just as vigilant as any security guard. But she had seen the lengths some have gone and how much further they were willing to go. El was certainly not one of those girls, but she was a girl with a tremendously scary gift. And Ji-woon was a tremendously scary man.
âHe kills. Horribly, brutally, painfully. I donât know if he has an...age limit...but I wouldnât go near him either way,â Yun-jin wasnât one to normally extend concern for another. Survival of the fittest and all else around it. But El was young, and Yun-jin was aggravatingly tugging at memories of her own sister. She crossed her legs and looked El straight in the eye.
  âYou canât trust a dangerous man.â
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