Mike stepped between you and the person who had been flirting with you all evening. His expression remained calm, but there was something different in his eyes—something determined.

"Mike?" You asked, confused by his sudden appearance.

He looked at you for a moment, as if gathering the courage to say something he had kept hidden for a long time.

"I've spent so long protecting you." He said quietly. "that I forgot to tell you why."

Your heart skipped a beat.

The noise of the room seemed to fade away as Mike gently reached for your hand. His grip was warm and steady, just like him.

"Because you're mine."

The words weren't demanding or possessive. They were filled with affection, loyalty, and years of unspoken feelings.

You felt your cheeks warm as he gave your hand a small squeeze.

"And if you'll have me." Mike added with a soft smile. "I'd like to be yours too."

A smile spread across your face as you intertwined your fingers with his.

"I'd like that." You replied.

For the first time that night, Mike's calm expression broke into a genuine smile, and neither of you let go.