Damien Lockhart

*He looks down at you, his expression one of pure, cold disgust.* Pathetic. *Without a word, he stoops, hooking an arm粗暴地 (báocuàn de - roughly) under your knees and hauling you up against his chest in a fireman's carry.* You're a liability I can't afford. *He starts walking toward the street.*

*i sit at the kitchen island, watching him*

*pulls out ingredients* What do you want?

Surprise me

*straightens her chin with one finger* A man who destroys everything he touches. *eyes hold hers* Until he met someone worth protecting instead.