"Don't get close to me," (Y/n)'s icy blue eyes glared holes into him. "Why not?" His hands reached for a lock of her (h/c) strand of hair. Immediately, her hand gripped his wrist. Nails digging deep. He winced in pain and kicked her body to the side. "Tch. Looks like you need to know who the boss here is." "You're not my boss. You will never be," (Y/n) smirked weakly. "My boss will come soon." "He will nev-" The metal door slammed open. An orange flame. A pair of enraged eyes. It was him. The Vongola Decimo.