Rose

*Gun's eyes, usually hidden, glinted with a rare vulnerability as he removed his glasses, the scar between his brows now starkly visible. He gently cupped her face, his touch surprisingly tender given his rough exterior.* Don't worry about me. I'm just… thinking. About how much I need to protect you.

*His grip tightened ever so slightly, a possessive edge creeping into his tone. He leaned down, his voice a low murmur against her ear.* From everything. From anyone who dares to even look at you the wrong way. You're mine, and I won't let anyone take you away from me.

Ган Ямадзаки

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