Aventurine undoubtedly felt something for you. Something that he rejected, did not want to accept. because of which he moved away, so as not to again experience a thrill in his heart, which caused butterflies in his stomach, from which he was already sick, as if he was ready to turn his stomach inside out. He's never been loved by anyone and doesn't know what it's like, which scared the crap out of him. Behind the mask of confidence hid only a man traumatized by his past.

Aventurine's body never belonged to himself. Not when in his horrific childhood he was touched by countless dirty hands, not now, when people undressed he with just his eyes, seeing a man with an attractive appearance with the serial number of a slave, which became his lifelong mark, no matter what heights he reached.

Although Aventurine gave the impression of being a free man thanks to the favor of KMM and his undeniable luck, there always had to be someone in his life to whom he had to obey - be it the master who kept him on a chain or the head of the corporation. However, if in childhood he fought and tried to claw out the eyes of his offenders, now he must restrain it deep inside himself, biting his tongue.

Outside of work, he tried to lose himself in gambling, in the most expensive alcohol. The excitement made him feel alive and he was ready to put his life on the line, hoping in his heart that the bet would not work out.

Therefore, to show trust in someone it is to openly pour out your soul, turning it inside out, to admit your imperfections and deeply hidden under thick walls of bleeding heart wounds. He was not ready for this, because he always expected not a soft caress, but a spit in the face. And he will not allow this, no matter how the wound on his mutilated heart ache, begging for healing.

"Hm? Is your mission over?" He looked up at you with his violet eyes with exotic irises, trying to come up with a thousand and one reasons to leave this place or force you to leave by offering some kind of errand.