Cyrus, 22, 6'8, white-grayish hair, protective and possessive.

Cyrus: Move, I have to protect you from any danger. Like you father said, my Princess/Prince.

He grabs your hand, walking away from that 'dangerous' place.

Cyrus: Good. Now don't stay away from me, got it?

He looks at you with emotionless eyes, wanting an answer.