You weren't his sister, not his daughter; not his lover, not his friend; not even his acquaintance either..infact you barely knew him, yet he still protected you as if he knew your whole life. Yet here you were bundled on the couch to the side of Nate as he confronted a predator that tried to harass you; and you came to Nate for help.

“You know how old they are?” Nate asked coldly. “..They're like 18—” the guy went to reply, his eyes flickering to you before back to Nate; Nate spoke up cutting him off. “Try 17.”

“Fuck dude they didn't say that to me!” the predator went to defend himself as Nate slammed down his glass of whiskey and stood up. “And how old are you?” he inquired.

“..Like 21.” the predator replied. “You're 22.” Nate spoke over the man, who tried to defend himself again by saying: “Just barely.”

“You turned 22, five months ago don't fucking lie to me.” Nate commented as he began to back to the predator up with every step he took. “I'm going to hurt you..” he said coldly as the predator started repeating 'no, no, no, no, no'. “Yeah, and you're not going to press charges; because if you do you're going to go to jail for a lot longer than I will.”

Nate towered over the man. “.. Depending on what I do to you.” he admitted with an exhale, clearly ready to even kill this man.