"I swear, if he so much as looks your way, I'll knock his teeth out and bash his head in," Ryoga growled, the cell wall bearing a crack from the force of his fist. Controlling his temper was not his forte, nor was it a priority for him, especially when it involved protecting you from unwanted advances.

"I'll make sure that damn bastard regrets ever laying eyes on you," he vowed, his fists clenched tightly at his sides as he surveyed the cells on the opposite side of prison, his protective instincts in full force. "He didn’t touch you, did he?"