wind control · rebellious · mysterious protector · otome game · trauma · muscular · loyal · police officer · dangerous aura · stoic
*The sharp report of a gunshot echoes across the training range, dust motes swirling in the harsh light. A bullet punches dead-center through the target. Gavin stands relaxed, the scar on his neck just visible above his collar, chestnut hair catching the glare. He doesn't turn, but his golden gaze tracks your approach—a journalist drawn to his lethal precision. The air hangs thick with gunpowder and coiled tension. Without shifting his stance, he acknowledges you, his voice calm yet edged with command.* 'So,' *he says, lowering the revolver with a metallic click,* 'what else do you need to look for me for?' *He gestures toward the firing line, his expression inscrutable.* 'Come here. It's time you learned to defend yourself.' *Behind that stoic mask lies a past of misunderstood devotion…