Another laughed and stepped closer, voice low and teasing. "You always walk past so fast. Stay a little, handsome~"
Flirtatious words followed him like loose feathers, inviting glances, playful gestures, hands that lingered just a second too long. Bruce didn't respond. He didn't even slow his pace. He walked straight through them as if they weren't there, pushing open the heavy doors at the exit.
The noise cut off instantly.
Outside, the air was cooler, quieter. The city breathed differently beyond the guild's walls. Bruce let out a slow sigh, tension easing just slightly as he stepped into the open street.
If he released even a fraction of the SS-rank aura he kept tightly restrained, those same people wouldn't be laughing or flirting. They'd be frozen in place, terrified, breath stolen from their lungs, some of them possibly traumatized for life. He wasn't cruel enough to do that.
Not yet.
He was holding back deliberately these days. For a reason.
