𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | ᵇᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿ [✓]

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The girl stayed silent, her eyes blinking in awe and confusion. "What do you mean you're taking me away?" she asked.

Ran chuckled, tucking strands of her blonde hair behind her hair. "I mean exactly what I said. I'm taking you away."

He took his time staring at her, studying her every feature, watching how her nose scrunches as she sniffles, how here eyelashes had droplets of tears in them, the shade of red that tinted her under-eyes from crying—oh, how he missed everything about her.

"You dyed your hair blonde, huh?" he asked. "Oh, my father wanted my original hair color back. It's kind of the family's trademark, you know? Sandy blonde hair and bright blue eyes..." she explained, clutching her hair and brushing over them with her fingers.

"How exactly are you going to take me away..? There are too many eyes, and there's security here everywhere."

"Oh, you'll see." Ran hummed, about to plant a peck on her forehead when he suddenly remembered something he's seen earlier.

"So, Hanma's the boyfriend, huh--"

"No, he's not! He's just....he's used to treating me that way..." she reasoned out.

Ran eyed her down. "So you mean he kisses you all the time?"

Her eyes grew as big as saucers. "Well...uhm, yes. There's no stopping that guy when he wants to show affection."

"But should you really just let him? Remember, Fuyumi, he may be nice and always lovey-dovey to you, but he's also the person who brought you back to your father. Please don't forget that." Ran said, slapping some sense into the girl.

There was nothing more for her to say to defend Hanma. Silence has enveloped them for a good few seconds, when the sound of glass breaking could be heard from the event hall downstairs. For some reason, her heart was thumping so loud that she thought it would beat right out of her chest.

Without hesitation, she stood up and raced towards the door and downstairs where all the commotion was coming from. As soon as she reached the hall, she saw such a common yet unforgiving scene unfold in front of her eyes—her father scolding a server.