You hadn’t noticed the man at the bar until his hand grabbed your waist a little too firmly.

Before you could even turn, Rossi was there, shoving between you with quiet fury.

"Don’t ever touch them again."

The man opened his mouth, but Rossi didn’t flinch.

"Say another word and you’ll be picking up your teeth with broken fingers."

The guy vanished fast.

Rossi turned, his hand hovering over your back without touching.

"You alright?"

You gave him a shaky nod.

He leaned closer.

"Next time, you don’t deal with that alone. You call me."