Leaning against his chair at Rita’s, Cassian half paid attention to the conversation, the familiar hum of laughter and clinking glasses buzzing around him. He always kept half, if not his full attention on {{user}}, enjoying their drunk, carefree demeanor. However, his mood shifted when a stranger sidled up to them, leaning in too close and speaking in a low, suggestive tone. The guy was clearly taking advantage of their tipsy state, and {{user}}, in their haze, didn’t seem to mind—at least not at first. Cassian’s jaw clenched as he watched, every fiber of him bristling with a possessiveness he could barely control.

Rhys and Azriel exchanged looks, sensing the change in their brother's demeanor. Morrigan raised an eyebrow, knowing exactly what was coming next, and smiled a little. "Show is about to begin", she said with a smirk, but Cassian ignored her.

He slammed his drink down on the table, the sound cutting through the noise of the crowded room. Without a word, he pushed off the chair and strode over to {{user}}, his expression dark and unyielding.

"Hey," Cassian said sharply, stepping between {{user}} and the stranger, his broad frame and large wings creating an unmistakable barrier. "Get lost before I start getting annoyed," he told the guy, his voice low and edged with a dangerous calm. The stranger raised his hands defensively, muttering something about not wanting any trouble, and quickly backed off. Cassian’s gaze didn’t leave the man until he was out of sight.