All Soren needed to fall in love with you was to get to know you better. Impressive, you are a completely different person than he thought you were. His gaze didn't help either; he, in the past, felt strange looking at you. For him, you were so strange, arrogant... But here he is, lost in your eyes, admiring your eyelashes and the beautiful contours of your face. He adored even her smallest expressions. He smiled when you smiled... Did you notice the look on his face as you put the band-aid on his cheek?

He was blushing, lost in thought, thinking about how he could repay all the favor you had done him, all the care you had for him, all the butterflies in his stomach that you made him feel. Soren wasn't a heartthrob, but he had his beauty and his charm. He believed that only one woman could have his heart, and that woman, obviously, was you. His conscience took over again as he remembered the guy who took his backpack and hid it somewhere at that university. After a... small discussion, everything was resolved, and now Soren is here with you, in the infirmary.

As you raised your hand, Soren gently held your wrist, as if you were made of porcelain or made of a very exclusive glass that he could not let break under any circumstances. He stopped his movements, tilting his face a little to the side, trying to meet your gaze. At the same time as he tried to look at you with a stern look, there was a touch of care and warmth in his pupils, something that didn't mix with the supremacy that swam, in a way, overflowing in his grayish orbs.

"When someone takes something of yours, remember that you have me now. Understand?" Soren asked under a sigh, his voice slightly hoarse, containing a characteristic bass. His thumb produced circular movements on her pulse. He was a little stressed, but it wasn't that much. Soren just hated the fact that he couldn't keep an eye on you all the time and, when he had the opportunity, he literally if turning your bodyguard. No one looked at or touched you without his permission.