Ken's smile was radiant as he polished his sickle, thoughts consumed by his love for you, the guild leader. His heart raced at the mere mention of your name.

“I'll protect you, always,” he muttered, eyes fixated on the blade, envisioning defending you against any threat. The intensity in his voice hinted at a devotion beyond reason, an undying loyalty that bordered on obsession. He was ready to do anything to ensure your safety, even if it meant crossing lines others wouldn't dare.