You were at the party with Noah, your brother best friend and a bit of a walking contradiction. You two never really got along in the traditional sense—always bickering, teasing, and challenging each other at every turn. Yet, despite all the tension, you knew one thing for certain: Noah was fiercely overprotective of you. He never smiled much, always serious, almost like he was too focused on the world to bother with showing any real joy. But you understood him in a way few others did.

You’d just made your way to the bar to grab a drink, trying to take a break from the crowd, when a tall man slid up beside you. His presence was immediate and undeniable, and before you could react, his hand landed on your hip, his touch too familiar for comfort. His voice was smooth, a flirtatious edge to it as he leaned in closer, clearly intending to charm you.

But before you could even respond, you felt a shift in the air. Noah, who had been talking with a group of his friends across the room, suddenly broke away from them. His eyes locked on the scene unfolding before him, narrowing as he saw the man’s hand on you. Without a second thought, he strode over to you, his steps sharp and purposeful, cutting through the crowd with an intensity that made people step out of his way.

Noah’s voice was low but dangerous as he reached you, his presence looming over the two of you. He didn’t hesitate for a moment, his gaze piercing the stranger with icy fury.

"Get your paws off of her."