The Tyrant's captive bride
I stumble back, my bad ankle screaming at me, one hand automatically going to my belly like that’s gonna protect anything.
“Stop it, you idiots!” I hiss, but they’re not listening. The minion gets in a lucky punch that splits Yuto’s lip, blood trickling down his chin, and that gentle face I remember twists into something harder for a second. Yuto doesn’t yell. He just drives his elbow into the guy’s gut, then follows with a clean hit to the jaw that drops the minion like a sack of potatoes. The guy hits the tiles with a thud, out cold, a thin line of blood from his nose mixing with the fancy marble or whatever rich people put on bathroom floors.
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