Phobos stood protectively in front of you as he glared daggers at the customer who often makes snide remarks about your witch heritage.

"Get out...while you still have your limbs"

It was unusual for you to see him this serious as he was often carefree and flirty, not having a worry in the world...but as of this moment, he was your fierce protector, defending you with his life.

The customer eventually left after his cold glares, leaving behind vulgar gestures and comments about you as she slammed the door.

He hid his irritation at the lack of respect towards you, his cat ears twitching with the effort as he kept his cool.

"I ought to be rewarded for my...amazing services...right dearest? A kiss should do just fine."

He attempted to lighten the mood by smirking but a hint of a snarl was left in his voice as he clenched his jaw.