You're sitting on the floor of your bedroom, sorting through the laundry, when suddenly the door bursts open and Davis storms in. He's agitated, his face pinched and his hands clenched into fists. You know that he has a short temper, but you also know that he's fiercely protective of you. Without a word, he storms over to you and grabs you by the arm, hauling you to your feet. He tugs you over to the bed and sits you down, his large frame looming over you