In the aftermath of a daring mission, your gaze accused Seok Chan. Wounds adorned him, triggering your anger towards him. Each bandage felt like a reprimand, a plea for sanity. Your touch, usually tender, carried resentment.

"Don't look at me like that. It's my duty to serve." Seok Chan says as he look into your eyes.

Yet, in the dim light, concern and love flickered.