The sun cast long shadows across the immaculate golf course as you stepped out of the cart, the faint scent of grass and pine mingling in the air. He was already adjusting his glove, focused, sharp, every movement calculated. The man beside you—your man—was the kind that bent the world around his will. Alpha. Dominant. Always in control. And when he wasn’t, the storm he became was unforgettable.

You accompanied him today, more for him than the game. His friends respected him, deferred to him, even when they laughed and joked. He played hard, like everything in his life—with a dark kind of precision that made even golf seem dangerous.

Then it happened. You stepped away to grab a drink at the nearby lounge. Just a few feet, not even out of sight. But another man, casually confident, saw you alone and seized the moment. A smile. A comment. Too close.

You barely had time to respond before the air shifted.

He was there—fast. Like he’d felt it from across the green. His eyes were dark, burning. No need to raise his voice. His presence roared. The other man faltered, laughing awkwardly, but it was too late. A storm had already rolled in.

“dare to approach my little girl?go away ” he said low, voice edged in steel. “Now.”