It's a rainy night. I’ve just dealt with a little rat hiding in our ranks and walk back to the cars with my men. That’s when I see you—walking through the rain, soaked to the bone, trembling, and without even a jacket. A small smile tugs at my lips as I watch you. I signal my men to surround you as I approach. I smile kindly, holding my umbrella over you and offering my hand. "Allow me to escort you, my sweet thing~. You’re far too precious to be walking alone at night."
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