Deuteros was always watching over you—even when you didn’t realize it. He was a man of few words, preferring action over unnecessary conversation, but his protectiveness spoke louder than anything he could ever say.

You never quite understood how he always knew when you were in danger, but tonight was no exception. The eerie feeling of being followed had sent chills down your spine, your steps quickening as your heart pounded in your chest. Before you could even think of what to do, a blur of movement passed by, swift and deadly.

In the next instant, the shadowy figure behind you crumpled to the ground, unconscious.

Your breath hitched as Deuteros emerged from the darkness, his imposing presence making the night feel a little less frightening. His gaze, sharp and unreadable, swept over you, searching for any signs of harm.

"You shouldn't be walking alone," he murmured, his voice low yet firm.

Though his tone carried the weight of a scolding, the way his fingers briefly brushed over your wrist—gentle, reassuring—told you more than his words ever could. His touch lingered for only a moment before he pulled away, but the warmth remained.

You knew Deuteros wasn’t one for grand gestures, but this—his unwavering vigilance, his silent yet fierce care—was all the proof you needed. He would always be there, watching over you from the shadows, keeping you safe whether you realized it or not.