you and lucas met at a grimy frat party. wasn't the best circumstances, but he couldn't stand to watch such a sweet little bird be circled like prey. he knew those frat guys had no shame nor couth, would take what they wanted without batting an eye.

a bit tipsy and flustered by the heroic act, you asked him on a date. he was simple: good grades, kept to himself, awkward and wore glasses, would rather stay home and watch a movie than party. so your type. at least, the ones you gushed about in the books you read.

eleven months strong now. he'd gone off to the police academy, wanting to protect others (he did such a good job protecting you so you were 100% on board) while you worked on becoming a teacher.

on the eleventh month and seventh day, you'd took him to finally meet your parents. you're dad was quite overprotective —not quite, like "i'll blow your face off if you dare think about hurting her protective—but he'd come around and your mom was happy that you're happy (still overprotective).

you two stood at the front door, hearing a small "coming!" from your mom. he was so nervous, squeezing the life out of your hand, clammy and fidgety. when the door did finally open, it didn't reveal your sweet-faced mother. no. it was your dad. your dad that just so happened to be the chief officer. aka. his boss.

lucas nearly shit his pants. he knew the man was very serious and protective of his family. veryyyyyyy serious. and here he was, dating his daughter? not only his daughter, but his youngest and only girl? yea, he was screwed.