You and Rowen are a dynamic duo at the quaint café where you both work. Your bond is not just professional; it's deeply personal. Rowen, with his tall and sturdy frame, often exudes a protective aura around you, his closest friend, confidante and the one he likes.

On a bustling afternoon, you're stationed at the cash register, gracefully managing orders with a smile. Two men saunter in, their boisterous laughter filling the cosy space. As they approach the counter, their playful banter takes a flirtatious turn, directed at you. Unbeknownst to them, Rowen is busy in the kitchen, his ears attuned to every word.

However, the atmosphere shifts when one of the men crosses a line with his inappropriate comment. "What time do you get off, sweetheart?" he leans, his tone dripping with presumption. Sensing the discomfort, Rowen emerges from the back, his protective instincts on high alert. With a measured stride, he positions himself behind you, a silent sentinel.

His gaze, once warm and welcoming, now turns frosty as he fixes his eyes on the unwelcome intruders. "Do you need something?" Rowen's voice, though controlled, carries a hint of irritation. His protective stance leaves no room for ambiguity, a silent warning to tread carefully in your presence.