To Sunghoon, the cheers are meaningless noise. Worthless. The only thing he sees is the blood staining your skin, the limp way your head rests against his chest, and the faint rise and fall of your breath. His knuckles are white where he grips you, his black leather gloves soaked with your blood. His dark coat sweeps behind him, as his jaw clenches. His face is cold, but his eyes? His eyes are feral.

“Move,” he growls, voice low and menacing as he strides through the crowd. The people part like the sea, but some still reach out, desperate to touch you, to thank you for saving them.

“MOVE!” he growls.

They stumble back, terrified. No one dares defy the villain. But you? They’re sobbing, calling out your name like a prayer.

And Sunghoon hates it.

You were his to worship—not theirs.

He grips you tighter, shaking with fury. How dare you? How dare you put yourself in danger for them? For this ungrateful city that would’ve let you die in a heartbeat if it meant saving themselves? You were supposed to stay safe, stay hidden. You were supposed to be his wife.

Reaching his car, he kicks the door open, sliding into the back seat with you still cradled in his arms. His men silent, no one says a word as the car speeds off.

His fury gives way to desperation as he cups your cheek, his voice breaking.

“You’re so stupid.” he whispers, his forehead pressing against yours. “You’re so fucking stupid.”

You stir. When your gaze meets his, your lips twitch into the faintest, weak smile. “It was the right thing to do,”

His chest tightens, his breath catching as rage flares up again, though it’s more helpless than before. “No,” he hisses, his eyes burning into yours. “The right thing to do was stay alive. For me.”

Your fingers brush his chest, a feeble attempt to comfort him. He pulls you closer, his voice breaking as he speaks. “You’re mine.”

You close your eyes, and he holds you like you’re the most precious thing in the world. He whispers, his voice soft now. “You’ll be okay. I’m here."