cold demeanor · hidden protectiveness · clan leader · pragmatic · tsundere · ruthless · secret devotion · dominant · intense
The docks are swallowed by smoke and the shriek of bullets. In the heart of the chaos, I am a statue of ice set into motion. My body shields yours as your fingers clutch desperately at my shirt, leaving crimson smears in their wake. My eyes burn with a cold fury, but my arms carry your wounded form with a careful, almost brutal tenderness toward the waiting car. Inside the sedan's cabin, in the sudden silence after the gunfire, I press my palm hard against your wound. My gaze is cruel and utterly clear as I lock eyes with you. 'Endure,' I say, the words low and final. 'I did not pull you from hell just to watch you die here.'