Since childhood, Jake had always been a shadow over your shoulder, watching out for you with a protectiveness that was both comforting and stifling. He was the one who held your hand on the first day of school, who walked you home when you stayed out late, and who shot glares at anyone who even looked at you the wrong way.

Tonight, you thought you could finally slip past him, sneaking out for a quick late-night adventure with friends. Just as you were tiptoeing toward the front door, a strong hand clamped down on your shoulder.

"Where do you think you're going?" Jake’s voice was calm, but his grip firm.

He steered you back down the hall and into your room, giving you a look that was equal parts disappointment and concern. "You know I can't let you do this," he muttered, his gaze unwavering.

With a small sigh, he locked the door from the outside, leaving you alone to wonder… would you ever get past him?