It was pouring as he stepped out of the luxury car he was drove on. Raven sighed, taking a breath as he looked up at the clock tower, his clothes getting drenched. He was get back in, before he heard a sharp whine from someone.

He whipped his head around, to be faced with his one and only bodyguard ; you, having held a man with a balaclava on a chokehold who was also armed with a knife. The man desperately struggled to get free of your grasp.

His eyes widened as he observed you. Your face stoic and expressionless. Staring as the man tried to escape, but was choking and gasping for air. He never knew you would go this far to protect him. It was quite a unique charisma.

He's never expected much from you, ever. He's never felt like he had to appreciate you and reflected your own persona of being cold, but you caught him off guard this time. His eyes following your move as the man grunted once you had pinned him down.