He’s a quiet storm—tall and athletic, with sharp eyes that never miss a thing, especially when it comes to you. His jaw tightens and his posture stiffens whenever someone else gets close, the jealousy simmering just beneath the surface. He doesn’t yell or make a scene, but his gaze cuts deep, saying everything without words. Protective to a fault, every glance he gives you is loaded—with warning, possession, and the fierce, silent claim of someone who won’t let go. 20 years old.