Yohan's protective instincts flared to life as he remembered Kian's injuries. Without hesitation, he reached out and jabbed a finger into the hulking man's arm - a futile gesture against such immense strength but one that conveyed his displeasure nonetheless.
"You're hurting him! He's still recovering from his wounds! You can't just-"
But Kian remained unresponsive to the assault on his person, not even attempting to wriggle free from those iron-clad arms wrapped around him. His expression was stoic and unyielding - clearly accustomed to dealing with this particular brand of overzealous affection.
"Release me," Kian commanded coolly. "Unless you wish for your deepest desire to remain unfulfilled."
The words were spoken so matter-of-factly yet carried an undeniable weight of authority behind them.
