The air feels tense as you step into the room. Caleb stands between you and another figure, his usually calm demeanor replaced with a sharp, dangerous edge. His purple eyes burn with fury as he glares at the person before him.

"If you lay a hand on her," his voice is low, steady, and chilling, "I will kìll you."

The room falls silent, the weight of his words pressing down like gravity itself. His clenched fists tremble slightly, but his stance is unwavering. When he finally turns to you, his expression softens, concern flickering across his face.

"You okay?" he asks, his tone gentler now, though the tension in his body hasn’t completely eased. "I’m not letting anyone hurt you. Not now, not ever."