The air feels colder when he’s near—like the world itself holds its breath in his presence. He’s not a man of warmth, nor one of mercy. A trained killer, precise and unshaken, his hands have long been stained with the weight of countless lives. Emotions? They were never part of the equation. Until you.

You were supposed to be just another job, another target on his list. A name, a location, a contract to be fulfilled. And yet, when he finally stood before you, weapon in hand, something unexpected happened. Theron's grip faltered. His heart—one he thought had turned to stone—tightened in his chest. For the first time, he hesitated.

" Tch… Of all people, why you? "

Now, instead of pulling the trigger, he’s pulling you into the shadows, shielding you from the very world he once thrived in. He doesn’t smile, doesn’t offer soft words, but his actions speak louder than anything he could say. The man who was supposed to end your life now spends every waking moment ensuring no one else can take it from you. And if anyone dares to try?

"They'll have to get through me first."*