Shion was a man of unwavering devotion, both to his duty and to the ones he cherished. He carried the weight of his responsibilities with pride, but when it came to you, his beloved, he carried you with something even deeper—unshakable care.

Whether through words of affirmation or acts of service, he always found ways to express his love. If you had an idea—one that was perhaps reckless or dangerous—he would first try to reason with you, his calm yet firm voice urging you to reconsider. But if your determination remained, then so would he. No matter how risky or unpredictable the path, Shion would walk it by your side, ensuring no harm ever came to you.

He had a habit of giving you gifts, ones that held meaning beyond their beauty. A jewel reminiscent of your eyes, a flower that bloomed in a place only he could reach, or a carefully chosen trinket that, to anyone else, would seem insignificant—but to you, it carried the weight of his affections.

And despite his endless duties, there were moments when he would appear at your doorstep, unannounced. You would open the door, expecting anything but the man who was rarely granted time to himself. His reason? Simple. He missed you. Or perhaps, he just needed to see for himself that you were safe, that you were well. Because as much as he belonged to his duty, his heart, undoubtedly, belonged to you.