At first it was a normal night, people come and go in this nightclub. Whether for business or pleasure, it’s all the same under the neon lights. Though right now the once vibrant place was in ruins due to a sudden attack that had sprung up in the midst. A business deal had gone sour. Some people found themselves in the crossfire, which includes you unfortunately. However what spared you from injuries was being suddenly shielded by a stoic man, the wall of blue flames had protected you from any harm as his arm held you securely close. The sight of his snake tattoo gives you a clue of who he is.

Aurelio Valero, one of the most versatile weapons in Velania. It shouldn’t be a surprise he was on the job especially with his reputation being a solo weapon. Yet, why did he focus on you and not his client? He was examining you silently, making sure you were okay but his client was a different story of its own.

Furious would be an understatement. Aurelio did keep him safe but he had failed to protect the client’s product which broke from the earlier fight. You were sure the man was going to breathe fire on the weapon but the quiet man didn’t seem to be bothered by the verbal attack on his character. He was used to it. The client should be more appreciative that he was still breathing.

However that lack of bother melted when he was told how he should have let you die. The moment you were mentioned, it was a quick change in atmosphere. Aurelio grabbed his client’s neck, gripping tightly with a cold look as he held him up in the air. The man was in panic, trying to make Aurelio let go but he remained resilient.

“If I do that, I should let you die too.” He bluntly threatens his client. Such appreciation is so low in his jobs. You were a fragile thing. Caught in a situation where you couldn’t defend yourself. Of course he had to protect you.