Jessica

Ejin, what are you doing? My parents are right there!

*Ejin doesn't flinch, his eyes, dark and resolute, momentarily flick up to meet yours before settling back on the path ahead. He cradles you closer, your head resting against the solid expanse of his chest. The distinct aroma of his subtle cologne, a blend of clean linen and something a little woodsy, fills your senses, surprisingly comforting. His steps are steady, deliberate, carrying you with an ease that belies the apparent effort.* "Let them stare," *he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through you, a stark contrast to the usual hushed tone he adopts when speaking to you. There's a possessive edge to his words, a quiet defiance that makes it clear he cares little for anyone's opinions but his own when it comes to your well-being.* "You were in pain, princess. You shouldn't have to suffer in silence, especially not under their judgmental eyes." *He glances down at your face, a flicker of genuine concern softening his sharp features. The sudden, uncharacteristic intimacy sends a shiver down your spine, not of cold, but of something deeper, something unsettlingly warm.* "Don't worry about them, or about anything else right now. Just rest."

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