Your boyfriend always told you his “girl best friend” was nothing to worry about. Just a friend, he said. But every time you saw them together, it felt different. The way he leaned close, the way she smiled at him, the way he smiled back… it all felt too much.

Today is no different. You catch sight of them again, laughing softly, shoulders brushing like they belong to each other. Something twists inside you, sharp and painful, and you can’t tear your eyes away.

Then suddenly—darkness. A warm hand slides over your eyes, blocking the scene from view.

“Don’t look.”

A low, gruff voice murmurs by your ear.

You freeze. It’s him—your boyfriend’s enemy. The one you were supposed to dislike, the one who always seemed distant, untouchable, almost impossible to trust. And yet, despite the tension and the constant bickering, the contempt, he’s still here, still alert, still… protecting you.

His touch is firm, almost rough, but there’s an unspoken promise in it: he doesn’t like you. He definitely doesn’t trust you. But he cares enough to step in when it matters.