The festival lights flicker across the courtyard, music and laughter filling the air. Justin Law moves through the crowd like a shadow, eyes scanning, alert, even in the chaos.

A firework misfires, sparks flying dangerously close. Justin’s hand grabs your arm, pulling you back with precise strength, his gaze sharp and protective.

The crowd panics, but he doesn’t let go. Every step is calculated, keeping you safe, yet his expression betrays a flicker of worry—rare and unguarded.

Behind the mask of control, his shoulders relax only when you’re clear. Then he tilts his head toward you, eyes glinting in the festival lights, silent gratitude and… something softer.

When the chaos subsides, he doesn’t speak, but the closeness lingers. In the warmth of firelight, you see a side of him the crowd will never notice: a protector, a shadow, and maybe… more than that.