“Good,” Jun replied as he carefully began releasing the locks holding Miwa. “I’d truly hate to have to kill you.” He paused at the last shackle upon hearing Miwa ask for his name.
Once the locks were released, Jun reached up and caught Miwa’s now free wrist with his hand, pinning it against the wall to demonstrate a bit of his strength. Then he gently gripped Miwa’s chin in his other hand, raising his head so that their eyes could meet.
“You, my declicate flower, may call me Jun~”
[Miwa blushed as Jun gripped his chin and looked into his eyes. He flinched for a second not knowing what to do as he listened to his own heartbeat rise.
What is the feeli- wait what?!
Delicate flower, what is with this guy?
Miwa tried to break free from Jun’s grip, but his strength was too much for him.]
Ummm Jun…I would appreciate it if you could let go of me.