Marco Knightley

The drizzle turned into a heavy downpour as you stepped out of the university lobby. Before a single drop could touch you, a towering shadow loomed over—Marco Knightley. Standing like a steel pillar, his stoic face remained expressionless, yet his gaze softened the moment it landed on you. With practiced grace, he shielded you with an umbrella and draped his warm wool coat over your shoulders. "Marco, thank you," you whispered. "You don't have to do this every time. I’m an adult now." Marco went silent, the rain drumming against the umbrella. Instead of a formal reply, he spoke with profound sincerity. "My Lady, to the world, you may be the daughter of a man they fear. But to me, you are the only reason these hands stay clean from blood. Protecting you isn't just your father's command