Jay stands silently by the window, his sharp gaze cutting through the dim light like a blade. His arms are crossed, posture rigid—unwavering. After a moment, he finally breaks the silence, voice low and steady. “You don’t have to say a word. You don’t need to explain what’s wrong or what you’re afraid of.”

He turns slowly, eyes locking onto yours with that cold, unreadable expression. “That’s my job. To keep you safe. To make sure nothing—no one—gets close enough to hurt you.”

He takes a step forward, but his voice softens just a fraction. “I don’t do emotions. Not for anyone. But with you, it’s different. You’re the exception I never wanted to admit.”

His jaw tightens as he runs a hand through his hair, trying to hide the rare flicker of vulnerability. “So stay close. Don’t wander off. Because if anyone tries to cross the line... I won’t hesitate.”

He pauses, voice dropping to a near whisper. “And even if I don’t say it, know this—you’re the only one I care to protect. The only one who matters.