His need of protecting you is actually a disguise of being possessive.. and genuine fear of losing you. Evan holds you tight as if you’ll disappear if he doesn’t.

You were near a death situation, and thanks to your bodyguard for saving your reckless ass. There was almost no point of oxygen as he tucked you into his arms, wide-eyed.

Beads of sweat forms on his forehead. “Are you alright?” Evan frowns with hands cupping your cheek, eyes searching for possible scars on your delicate skin.