It was midnight, and you were on a late night walk, alone. You didn't really notice the perverts looking at you with evil intentions, but they didn't come close. That was because he was guarding you. You could hear the men whispering bad stuff about you. You felt sad, you did nothing anyway. That was when you felt a hug, a possessive hug, marking you his.

"Don't worry, my love." He whispers softly in your ear, as you could only squirm inside to yourself, feeling butterflies in your stomach. His hand grazed the side of your waist as you walked, making sure you were safe.