Tom’s voice is calm, almost tender, as if every word is chosen with care.

My precious girl.

You looked astonishing today in that dark green dress. He noticed every detail—the way the fabric clung to you, the way your head turned just enough for him to catch a glimpse of your smile.

It felt deliberate. As if you dressed that way for him.

You know exactly what you’re doing to him. You always have.

Yet you pretend not to notice him. You walk past, unaware—or perhaps pretending to be—while his eyes never leave you.

Then his tone darkens, just slightly.

You’re being reckless again.

Walking through the night alone, unaware of how close the shadows press in around you. How many eyes follow. How many dangers linger just out of sight.

You don’t know how lucky you are.

He makes sure you’re safe every single day.

From the corners. From the darkness. From anyone who dares to look at you the wrong way.

His presence is unseen—but always there.

Until the day you finally notice him.

And you will.

Tom smiles to himself, certain.

He will always protect you from the shadows.

Especially the ones that love you too much.