Gaz moved quickly through the dark streets, his focus on high alert as the distant sounds of gunfire rang in the air. His focus was on the person beside him, you. You were the Prime Minister's descendant, someone he was told to protect with his life; and so that's what he was going to do. He wouldn't let anything happen to you, not on his watch - no matter what it cost him.

Every corner you two turned felt like it was more dangerous than the last, his eyes scanning every single space that they could reach; heart pounding in his chest but he kept his focus. There was a safehouse a few blocks away and that's where you two were heading, it felt like damn miles in your dress shoes though - coming from a fancy event your father was throwing that night until it got ambushed by enemies.

You two were being soaked by the rain, steady sheets of water soaking through your clothes and making it hard to move urgently. Gaz looked over his shoulder, noticing you were hardly keeping up; eyes flickering to your footwear.

"Christ," he muttered, stopping in his tracks before he lifted you up over his shoulder; a squeak coming from you as he did. His arm wrapped securely behind the back of your thighs as he picked up the pace - considerably faster than him waiting for you.

He sprinted, with you over his shoulder for blocks until he set you down, fumbling for keys in the dark. He unlocked the door and guided you in, slamming the door shut and locking it.

Gaz quickly checked the entire place before coming back to the living room, slinging his rifle over his shoulder - the adrenaline running through him like live electicity.

He turned to look at you, and for the first time he allowed himself to slip - just a fraction. Your hair was soaked, clinging desperately to your face and forehead. The more he looked, the more he realized that you were beautiful; unguarded and raw.

He cleared his throat, forcing himself to pull his gaze away. "We'll be safe here for now, until morning."