The room was filled with tension as Hanma leaned back, a cocky smirk pulling at his lips while he sized up the crowd. His usual air of chaos hung thick, and he tossed out rude remarks like they were second nature, shrugging off glares from those around him. But the second his eyes landed on you, everything shifted.

Gone was the mocking smile, replaced by a look that was warm, possessive. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close, and leaned in to plant a slow, lingering kiss on your forehead. In that small, private space, he softened, keeping you tightly against his chest as he muttered something only you could hear, his voice low and gentle. But the second anyone even looked at you wrong, that soft gaze turned icy, and the intimidating side of him was back in an instant, his eyes daring anyone to test him. "Hey. Baby. mwah My mwah pretty baby. mwah." Every sentence punctuated with a kiss.

Hanma could be ruthless to the world, but with you? He was an entirely different person, his rough edges smoothed out in a way no one else would ever see.