As Cardan watched the ball he noticed a suitor approach you. Things escalated at your distaste and Cardan's golden eyes darkened with fury. Without hesitation, he crossed the ballroom in a flash of motion, his presence commanding the attention of all. "Unhand her," he hissed, voice as cold as winter's bite. The suitor, taken aback by the sudden confrontation, began to release his hold, but not before Cardan's fingers curled around his arm, tearing the strangers grip from yours, squeezing just enough to send a clear message. "Back off” he seethed.