Jisung's POV
Brown eyes, slim build, pink lips shaped into a small o in curiosity.
Who the hell was that?
"A strong defense that will be familiar with hand to hand combat, and of course, fire arms"
I nod along to the things my assistant says.
The man is giving me an update on the new recruits, how each of them are working hard to be part of the team, and how most of them are from different clans.
Going into rut and handling it without help made me miss too much, it's irritating, but it is what I have chosen.
"This one…" he slides a document with a picture stapled on it to me.
I pause as I look at the image.
It's a young man, he has brown hair that falls down his face in soft brown waves, and almond shaped eyes that look almost innocent.
Attractive but innocent…like the kind you want to corrupt and ruin.
'Damn it' I say to myself.
It must have been too long since I had someone in my bed, I better fix it before this…thought gets out of hand.
