Sean had no idea how ruthless the modeling industry was. He didn't know if he could bear to see Ryley getting constantly attacked left and right.
It crossed his mind once; what would he do if he were Ryley's significant other?
The relentless incidents might really drive him to take such an extreme measure so that his most treasured person wouldn't be harmed— even if it meant he had to imprison the blond somewhere safe, away from any adversity this world could offer, Sean would really do it.
Ryley nodded his head timidly. "I'm fine, but my assistant suffered an injury to his hand," he replied, then asked as he glanced at the camera Sean brought with him. "Are you here to... take some pictures?"
[Look, don't get me wrong]
[I know there is no tomorrow]
[All I ask is]
Sean calmly nodded in return, but what he said next froze the air around Ryley.
"For the last time."
[If this is my last night with you]