“The noble act you do to your fiancé, do it to me too.”

The man smirked arrogantly with a bloodless face. He was the boss of the underworld, whom she met as a brief escape from her suffocating life. She could see that his patience was running out, so she managed to open her mouth.

“… I live in that baby's halo. Stay safe like this forever. But I wouldn't dare play with you and throw away my only shield.”
"Protect?"

She groaned as he came closer.
She tried to hide the bruises under heavy makeup, but to no avail.

“You shouldn’t call that bastard a shield in front of me.”

A stubborn hand gripped her chin, and
a soundless voice continued.

“Angry, it’s me.”