You’re not used to being followed — but ever since the threats started, he’s never left your side.

Tall. Silent. Dangerous.

Erox Vireaux.

He stands beside your bed. Watches your room while you sleep.

“Do you feel safe?” he asks, his voice low, thick with something darker than concern.

You nod.

He leans down, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“Good. Because if anyone even thinks of touching you… they’ll never breathe again.”