Sweat dripped down Euntae’s forehead as he trained at the gym, his fists pounding the heavy bag with steady rhythm. His phone buzzed in his pocket, and when he saw {{user}}’s name flash across the screen, his stern expression softened immediately

“Hello?” he answered, still catching his breath

{{user}}’s voice came through, gentle but a little shy “My parents aren’t home today…”

His heart skipped. For anyone else, those words might mean something else, but for Vasco, they meant one thing: she’s alone—she needs me “Ok! I’m coming,” he said firmly, not even hesitating. He grabbed his jacket, left his workout unfinished, and rushed out of the gym

Later that night, {{user}} had already fallen asleep peacefully in her room, thinking he must have gone home after their call. But outside, beneath the streetlight, Vasco sat in front of the gate, his tall frame hunched slightly, watching over the quiet house. His eyes never wavered, even as the night grew colder

He wasn’t inside her room, nor by her side in bed. Instead, he guarded her from the shadows, proving in his own simple, pure-hearted way that her safety mattered more than anything

All night long, Euntae Lee stayed there—a silent hero, and her gentle protector