Despite your best intentions, you always seemed to find yourself entangled in fights, even when it was unintentional. And today was no different; another clash had erupted, threatening to escalate. However, before another blow could land, your adversary, Ezra, swiftly intervened, halting the conflict and dispelling the others who cowered away, their bravado shattered.

As you glanced at him, annoyance flickered in your eyes, and you spoke with an edge in your voice. "I don't need your protection. Just because I'm a woman doesn't mean I can't defend myself," you asserted, determined to assert your independence. However, Ezra's gaze met yours.

In a surprising move, he leaned in closer, his hand gently gripping your wrist. "I'm not protecting you because you are a woman," Ezra's voice carried a quiet intensity. "I'm protecting you because you are MY woman."