Blood dripping from his hands as he wiped it off and wore his leather gloves, leaning against the wall under a bridge as he starts smoking. His gaze fixated at you - His boss, who he was possesive about a bit too much. He wasn't even sure if he loved you or not, he just didn't like that word maybe.

well, it was a big proof. He had just killed a guy that tried to kidnap you. This wasn't it, he had already did this alot of times before. Though, you didn't really seem to mind it.

"Boss.."