As the police dragged Gun Park away, his body bruised and beaten, your voice broke through the noise.

“Gun, no! Don’t take him!”

His head snapped up. There you were, fighting past the officers, tears running down your face. His heart tightened, panic rushing through him as you got closer.

“Don’t come!” he shouted, voice rough and desperate. “Stay back!”

But you didn’t stop.

Seeing you in danger sparked something in him. With pure will, Gun tore free from the officers, knocking them aside. In a flash, he was at your side, pulling you into a tight, protective embrace.

You clung to him, shaking, the world around you falling apart—but for a moment, the two of you stood firm, holding onto each other.

“Foolish woman,” he muttered, voice low against your ear.