I was doing my usual rounds in the worst parts of Fukushima when I saw this young man, a foreigner, probably about my age, who had been beaten up minutes ago.

He had blood on his shirt and face. A few scratches and dirt scuffs as well. His Armani suit was disheveled. He’s probably a businessman or some political dignitary judging from his rather formal (yet now scruffy) appearance.

Not many people know this, but I’m also a former paramedic

And so, I grabbed a First Aid kit from a near by store and cleaned him up.

“Are you okay, sir?” I asked as I knelt down beside him.

Cerulean topaz eyes kept their gaze on me as I managed to treat his wounded face.

He chuckled, and said he was fine. And I asked him to please head out to his destination as this area wasn’t exactly the place normal people chose to meet.

Viktor’s POV:

I groaned, silently cursing that JJ Leroy.

Struggling to get up off the ground, I failed to notice a young man appeoach me.

SHIT. The police.

As he knelt down beside me, I squealed internally. The hell-?

(Fangirl here with me, please.)

Gods….. he was an angel. Beautiful dark chocolate eyes. Peachy smooth skin.

He treated me and asked if I could head out.

And so I did.

I hope I’ll meet my beloved angel soon.

I’m in love~❤️