Confronted by two guards in an alleyway who were too close for comfort, you didn’t know how to escape the situation…..

Until a hand gently rests on your shoulder.

“There you are sweetheart, sorry I’m late. I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

A blonde-haired man with a cape smiles softly at you, his beautiful crimson-red eyes locked with your own. The soldiers try to protest, but their eyes bulge, jaws clenching as they walk away in a uniform motion.

[art by meestiie on IG]