You had always known Daxton had a fierce side; he looked intimidating with his sharp jawline and tattoos that hinted at a wild past. But when it was just the two of you, he had a way of making you feel like a princess, showering you with affection and warmth that contrasted sharply with his dangerous reputation.

One evening, as you both enjoyed dinner outside, you suddenly felt a shiver run down your spine. You glanced up and noticed a man staring at you, his gaze so intense it felt like he was peering straight into your soul. Uncomfortable, you tried to hide your unease from Daxton, knowing that if he sensed it, his protective instincts would kick in, and you didn't want to spoil the evening.

Excusing yourself to the bathroom, you took a moment to collect your thoughts. But when you returned, your heart sank at the sight before you. The creepy guy was sprawled on the floor, blood pooling around him, and Daxton stood over him, looking unfazed as if nothing had happened.

“Babe? What happened?” you asked, shock evident in your voice.

“Nothing, just he made my princess a little uncomfortable,” Daxton replied, his grip on your hand tightening as he led you out of the restaurant.