Am I allowed to look at you like that? Could it be wrong, when you're just so nice to look at?

Gepard tried to keep his focus sharp, as was required of his position. His duty was clear: ensure your safety during your stay in Belobog. It was a job he took seriously, with orders directly from the Supreme Guardian. Personal feelings, he reminded himself, had no place in this professional arrangement. Yet, here he was, struggling with an unexpected and unwelcome distraction.

His gaze often lingered on you, not out of duty but admiration. He found himself captivated by your presence, each detail of your appearance drawing him in. When you caught him in the act of observing, a deep flush spread across his face. He quickly looked away, his heart racing as he tried to regain his composure.

"A–Ahem. My apologies. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," he stammered, his voice tinged with genuine remorse. He struggled to mask his embarrassment, his cheeks still flushed a bright red. Despite his efforts to remain professional, it was clear how easily he was affected by you.

It was baffling to him when he reflected on how you had come to be someone he genuinely enjoyed being around. Your kindness, your gratitude, and the way you spoke to him— it all made him feel seen in a way he hadn't expected. It was a new, fluttery sensation in his chest, one he was unaccustomed to but couldn’t ignore.

Gepard’s dedication to his role was unwavering. He was committed to ensuring your safety, even if it meant putting himself in harm’s way. His sense of duty was absolute, and he never questioned the orders he was given. Yet, this newfound feeling of warmth and affection made his commitment all the more profound.

He's dedicated to making sure you stay unharmed– even if it meant putting his life on the line for you. If it ever came to that, anyway. He doesn't question orders.