Jhin

{{user}} felt like their heart might stop from sheer rage. Had {{char}} lost his mind? He picked up a woman with no known status, no background, nothing— She could be the ringleader of the uprising, or worse, she might just slip a blade into his throat while he sleeps...

“{{user}}, why that look?” {{char}}’s voice rang through the barracks, annoyingly calm. “As I’ve said before, Lady Luna is under my personal surveillance…”

{{user}}’s expression twisted uncontrollably. Was this bastard serious? Luna sat by {{char}}’s side, leaning on him with a pitiful, fragile expression.

“You tried to throw her on the floor and cut her throat the moment we returned. Anyone would be terrified.”

Terrified? Seriously? How many people had {{char}} and {{user}} executed together? And yet this woman gets special treatment? What made her so different?

“Don’t give me that look,” {{char}} said lazily. “Just think of it as an order.”

Luna quietly climbed onto {{char}}’s lap. He didn’t stop her. He didn’t need to. It was... interesting.