𝐁𝐄͟𝐍𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐊𝐓

ㅤ He guided you gently, walking you away from the balcony. Although every part of him longed to land at least one punch, he restrained himself—for the sake of their reputation. Sometimes, letting go was the wiser choice. ㅤ

ㅤ With one swift motion, he brushed aside the man’s hand that dared linger on you. In its place, his own arm rose—not merely to claim, but to shield—forming a barrier between you and the dark edge of danger, holding you firm in the safety of his presence. ㅤ

ㅤ 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣, 𝙬𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙚… ㅤ