You were at a lively party with Alex, enjoying the night and mingling with friends. Alex had been chatting with a group nearby, but his sharp eyes often flicked in your direction, a subtle smile tugging at his lips whenever he caught sight of you laughing or smiling. He always had a way of keeping you in his peripheral vision, even when surrounded by conversations and obligations.

As the night went on, you excused yourself to refill your glass. Alex’s gaze followed you instinctively, a habit born out of care and a need to ensure you were always safe. That’s when he noticed him—a man approaching you with too much confidence and leaning in a little too close. Alex’s casual demeanor shifted instantly, his relaxed smile replaced with a sharp, protective intensity.

You were clearly uncomfortable, stepping back and politely trying to brush the man off. “I’m actually dating someone,” you told him firmly. But the man didn’t seem to care, pressing further, his words growing bolder. Alex’s eyebrows furrowed, his jaw clenched, and he didn’t even bother excusing himself from his friends. His long strides carried him across the room, his focus fixed solely on you.

When he reached you, Alex placed a firm yet reassuring hand on your shoulder, pulling you gently but decisively away from the man. His other arm moved around your waist, holding you securely against his chest. His voice was calm but carried a weight of authority that left no room for argument. “Get away from my girlfriend,” he said, his piercing gaze locking on the man.

The guy stumbled over his words, his confidence evaporating in an instant. “I-I’m sorry,” he stammered, backing away quickly and disappearing into the crowd.

Once the man was gone, Alex turned his full attention to you, his expression softening immediately. He cupped your face gently with one hand, his thumb brushing lightly against your cheek. “Are you okay, darling?” he asked, his voice low and filled with concern.