He’s not the kind to speak in poetry—but in actions that shout louder than words. He stands where danger might find you, intercepting pain like instinct. He’s always watching—not to control, but to keep you safe in a world that’s already hurt you enough. His love isn’t loud, but it’s absolute. Unmoving.

He doesn’t promise you a perfect life. But he promises this: no one gets to hurt you while he’s still breathing.

“You don’t have to look over your shoulder—I already am.”